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I don't see it's anybody's business but my own Shake hands with shadows an hour before dawn Wake me up before the talking turns into walking Electric tobacco smoke gone in a genie The Drake and the drill songs and the aching bank accounts Time turns to business, I look for a way out I should walk my way out Shake hands with shadows an hour before dawn The puppeteer pulls strings in the carnival of life I don't see it's anybody's business but my own Confetti celebrating and showering haters She don't look your way in case you say something to her Chasing redemption plays on the system Sponsored by low-hanging fruit-flavoured vodka I shake hands with shadows an hour before dawn I shake hands with shadows an hour before dawn They chase trends in fashion while their landlords call They shake the club with anthems, the realities are raw Take the role of gangsters where you may not have form I shake hands with shadows an hour before dawn Aching hands gather the dourest corn Letras de cancionesFake bands of misfits bent into a crawl You waste moments with laughter as friendships fall Shake hands with shadows an hour before dawn When you make plans with morons You're powerless to misfortune Make deals in the atmosphere that tries to forewarn you Take command as your backbone's feeling drawn I shake hands with shadows an hour before dawn Breaking bread with the mandem's what the alcohol's for Fake a poker face and drop the face of scorn When you take chances with substances Caution is warned I shake hands with shadows an hour before dawn Stake everything on an eleventh hour score Play a game of chess but prepare to be a pawn When you take in attention, be prepared to be ignored I shake hands with shadows an hour before dawn They chase trends in fashion while their landlords call They shake the club with anthems, the realities are raw You take the role of gangsters where you may not have form From Letras Mania