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letra de transmissions of the third kind - daphne blake & the head

[intro]
you are now listening to radio silence
i make a b-tch snap like snapchat
your man follows me on instagram

[verse 1]
if you want me better know that
b-tches be talking like they all that
and i know that we fit right
baby, take my hand in the moonlight
i just wanna know, do you wanna fly with me tonight?
(do you, do you, do you wanna?
do you, do you, do you wanna?)
i just wanna know, do you wanna celebrate this life
(do you, do you, do you wanna?
do you, do you, do you wanna?)

[verse 2]
we’ll go fast, we’ll go far, burning like a star
spirits roam, this world is haunted
f-ck i got scammed, this isn’t what i wanted
remembering the bad girls with the bad music
listen to our tunes and, baby, let’s do this
burning field of flames, see the smoke from our stars
it’s melting you down, down to who you really are
floating out of you, and it makes us feel uneasy
then we realize it’s the right kind of creepy
but is it really wrong to wanna be timeless?
be who you wanna be, here’s our radio silence

[verse 3]
take you to another land, come on, baby, take my hand
we’ll never come back again
walking where the flowers grow, we’ll leave our footprints in the snow
letting go of all we know

[chorus]
i just know there’s something ‘bout you
i wish i could see right through you
i just know there’s something ‘bout you
i just know there’s something ‘bout you
i wish i could see right through you
i just know there’s something ‘bout you
(who are you? who are you?)

[hook]
if the water doesn’t ever flow, if the wind doesn’t ever blow
if the grass doesn’t ever grow
(i get the heebs)
if our universe has to die, we’ll turn our signal into the sky
transmissions of the third kind
(call me on my phone)

[chorus 2]
calling out for your help somebody
ground control now can you hear me?
calling out for your help now, baby
(why be a brunette?)
calling out for your help somebody
ground control now can you hear me?
calling out for your help now, baby
(why be a blonde boy?)

[hook]
if the water doesn’t ever flow, if the wind doesn’t ever blow
if the grass doesn’t ever grow
(don’t wanna be alone)
if our universe has to die, we’ll turn our signal into the sky
transmissions of the third kind

[outro]
if you want me better know that
b-tches be talking like they all that
and i know that we fit right
baby, take my hand in the moonlight

- daphne blake the head

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