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letra de july - dead horse beats

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[chorus]
playing telephone
feeling kinda thrown
falling domino
baby take me home

take me to the honeycomb
buzzing flying slow
nights are all aglow
first you smell the smoke

first you, first you feel the fire
then you’re feeling shy
brush against the thigh
getting b-tterflies

getting, getting so inclined
right around the time
fingertips aligned
thinking bout july

[verse 1]
don’t let me be misconstrued
i’m just hoping you’d share my point of view
feeling like time’s at a standstill
and who can know what ensues
but if i find out i’ll save some for you
making a home from an anthill

and if you can’t tеll well i think that’s alright
cause evеrything’s pastel underneath your moonlight

[chorus]
playing telephone
feeling kinda thrown
falling domino
baby take me home

take me to the honeycomb
buzzing flying slow
nights are all aglow
first you smell the smoke

first you, first you feel the fire
then you’re feeling shy
brush against the thigh
getting b-tterflies

getting, getting so inclined
right around the time
fingertips aligned
thinking bout july
[interlude]
good afternoon to you. if you don’t like hot weather, then you’re not going to like this forecast one little bit. it’s hot at the moment, as of course we all know, and that hot weather’s going to be with us right the way through the week showing little if any change at all

[verse]
i try to ask when and how
but that’s not something that time will allow
wondering now what the fall brings

but here i feel close to now
the pilot star and the crooked plough
knowing just one of all things

and if you can’t tell well i think that’s alright
cause everything’s pastel underneath your moonlight

[chorus]
playing telephone
feeling kinda thrown
falling domino
baby take me home

take me to the honeycomb
buzzing flying slow
nights are all aglow
first you smell the smoke
playing telephone
feeling kinda thrown
falling domino
baby take me home

take me to the honeycomb
buzzing flying slow
nights are all aglow
first you smell the smoke

first you first you feel the fire
then you’re feeling shy
brush against the thigh
getting b-tterflies

getting getting so inclined
right around the time
fingertips aligned
thinking bout july

playing, playing telephone
thinking bout july
fingertips align
thinking bout july
first you, first you feel the fire
thinking bout july
brush against the thigh
thinking bout july
playing, playing telephone
thinking bout july

- dead horse beats

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