The Russian

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Gavin Clark - Pop, Acoustic

The Russian

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Lyrics

I keep a box of filter tips in the pocket of my coat A half moon on my hip, the rest is racked and rolled I don't need to figure out if I'm blessed or I'm cursed There is darkness in the centre, death upon the verge When I'm standing on the soap box, out in the city square When the sirens they are screaming, tearing up the air When I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, to get out to the top I take a paper thin existence and watch it burn Therе's an inch of crimson thread, sewn into my skin A remindеr of the truth, the hollow I am in When I'm standing on the soap box, out in the city square When the sirens they are screaming Screaming, tearing through the air When I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, tracing out my time I take a paper thin existence and watch it burn When I'm standing on the soap box, out in the city square When the sirens they are screaming The sirens, tearing through the air When I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, tracing out my time I take a paper thin existence and let it burn

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Credits

Writers
  • Gavin Clark