
Letra de Hey
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Oh it's another weight on the soul,
The woman in her skin thirteen
And future glitters gone.
The woman in her skin thirteen
And future glitters gone.
And I can't see a pattern at all,
Your nightclub shoes and broadsheet blues
And posters on the wall
Hey.
Oh you can't have my soul on a rope,
It's a Star Wars toy, in this bedroom, boy,
And that's where it's gonna stay.
And I can't stand a wartime goodbye,
So listen close and listen hard
And hear me when I say
Hey.
Oh it's another mess of a day,
I'm lifeless and I'm sick
And tired of what you've got to say.
Oh it's another waste of a day,
I'm listless and I'm so,
So bored of what you've got to say
Hey.
Your nightclub shoes and broadsheet blues
And posters on the wall
Hey.
Oh you can't have my soul on a rope,
It's a Star Wars toy, in this bedroom, boy,
And that's where it's gonna stay.
And I can't stand a wartime goodbye,
So listen close and listen hard
And hear me when I say
Hey.
Oh it's another mess of a day,
I'm lifeless and I'm sick
And tired of what you've got to say.
Oh it's another waste of a day,
I'm listless and I'm so,
So bored of what you've got to say
Hey.
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