House Show
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Lyrics
Babe, I'm not like your friends Sobbing in your closet With your clothes on again The heaviness of higher order You kept collapsing across the border He's the kind of high Where he's not talking a lot Underneath the lowlights In the freezing cold garage I thought you talked to the reporter She had a polka dot recorder
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 02:40
- Key
- 7
- Tempo
- 147 BPM