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an american warehouse in london - spector lyrics

[verse 1]
state of the art
weight of the world
on the breeze but the car won’t start
leave it in park
all your best ideas got left in the dark
we came here for fun
but civil unrest gets the best of everyone
sometimes you run
sometimes you can’t even get out of bed
but if you’re giving up
i’m coming too
i’m done with the where, when, who
living up coast
heard you know a beach where no onе goes
even us
we wеre just scared, guess everybody was
hit me with the loading time
muddle your heart with mine

[chorus 2]
there’s sunlight in the lense
you know how this one ends
was it the speed?
or was it the temperature?
should have left it to the amateurs
was it the rage?
was it the creeping fear of the empty page?
how much do you weigh?
and how much of us will be left when we get there?
maybe you don’t ever want to see me again
at least i’ll never have to small talk with your friends
[verse 3]
international school
all the accents in one
i don’t care where you’re from
english girl in new york
an american warehouse in london
you came here for fun
but the weather and pressure get the best of everyone
sometimes you run
sometimes you can’t even get out of bed
and

[chorus 2]
there’s sunlight in the lens
you know how this one ends
was it the film?
or was it the aperture?
should have left it to the amateurs
was it the age?
was it the creeping fear of the empty stage?
how much do they pay?
and how much of us will be left when we get here?
maybe i don’t ever want to see you again
at least you’ll never have to small talk with my friends

[instrumental break]
[chorus 1]
there’s sunlight in the lens
you know how this one ends
was it the speed?
or was it the temperature?
should have left it to the amateurs
was it the rage?
was it the creeping fear of the empty page?
how much do you weigh?
and how much of us will be left when we get there?
maybe you don’t ever want to see me again
at least i’ll never have to small talk with your friends

[outro]
and it’s four in the morning
and there’s nothing left to fear
but euphoria’s burning
when you’re not here
when you’re not here
when you’re not here
when you’re not here
when you’re not here
(when you’re not here)

- spector lyrics

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