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Grille de la piste #147327

Fournie par peatric

Lyrics:

© JoshDexter
The ice-cream van is late again
Longing for fame, snorting cocaine
It's going cold, cold, cold...
I swallow another pill
Before the parrots eat them all
Lust for will
I fell down a rabbits hole
Consumed control, lost my soul
It's gone, gone, gone

The ice-cream cone tickles my nose
It's milky ways comatose
Shameful sugar. Put down legal liquor
I'm sold, sold, sold
I want to dance on the stars, count the flowers as the sun showers
Me with your golden glare
It's unfair to judge my affair and the clothes I wear from your armchair
Get up and join me