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letra de it's the magic - lip critic

[intro]
i thought i’d feel free
in my
brand new jeans
there’s something
wearing me
i just can’t
keep carrying
i thought that
i’d feel free
in my
brand new jeans
there’s something
wearing me
i just can’t
keep carrying

i don’t believe
a word i said
it’s my ambition
that wants me dead
of every message
of every text
i hear a voice
i make it stretch
[chorus]
you’ll find me out
find me out
you found me out
found me out
find it out
find it out
find it out
you found me out
you found me out
you’ll find it out
you’ll find it out

[bridge]
and with his hand in my hand and his voice in my mouth
there’s no love in my heart when i’m sitting on thе couch
throw the bag in the river so it’s nеver found out
with a face made of rubber, i get lost in a crowd
it’s the stones in his pockets
it’s the smell in the air
it’s the double sided mirror
it’s the change of her hair
it’s the snap of her fingers
when she knows you’re right there
make a sceptic a believer
sitting in my arm chair
[verse 1]
all i want is
a token of your gratitude
have you living in your bunker man?
i know you’ve got a proper attitude

i told them take their grace
and send it where it came
only the generous get to live another day
what is there to try?
there is only to do
so open up your pockets and show me a thing or to

[verse 2]
all i want is
heavenly touch of the sun rays
you fill my up like an ocean plastic
i convert your dreams into things
tangible fantastic

i told them to change their ways
or risk the end of days
for earth is the only bed in which a man can lay
what is there to consider?
what options left to weigh?
so open your accounts and get on his good side today
[break]
(my son and the mailman have been trying to k!ll me for months and you know what the police did? nothing! they did nothing! you people are gonna see the true colours of this man)

[chorus]
find me out
you find me out
find me out
you find me out

[verse 3]
all i want is
a picture from your uncle’s party
i see beneath all it shape and colour
he’s got a tattoo of a poppy!

i tell him here’s your chance
to take it all away
the effects of my magic will depend on what you pay
if his grass is greener, i can turn it black today
i’m the crow voice repeating every god d-mn thing you say

[break]
it’s the magic
the magic
it’s the magic
the magic

[bridge]
it’s the stones in his pockets
it’s the look on his face
he looks just like my brother
but he’s in the wrong place
and he won’t tell me the truth
no matter how much i beg
with the head of a man
and the body of a snake

[chorus]
you’ll find me out
find me out
you find me out
found me out
you’ll find it out
you’ll find it out
find it out
you found me out
you found me out
you found me out
you’ll find it out
you’ll find it out
you’ll find me out

- lip critic

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