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letra de andrew - shauna dean cokeland

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[intro]
i have seen god and he lives in a desert
he’s a pill i’ve never heard of
and i, oh, i have seen god
and he left me on delivered
i figure he’s busy, i think of him as i drive

[verse one]
the fastest thing on four wheels
god, i love her
and there’s only one besides me i would ever let drive
he wants for a love song and he’ll get one from his passenger
as fast as her mind races as he’s getting inside
[pre-chorus]
all i wanted to do was tiptoe on this line with you
but baby, you crashed right through
as soon as you saw your sick chance to

[chorus]
andrew, andrew, what’s a girl to dance to?
took your sweet time with my mind in your hands
you planned to plant you centre of my central console to control your baby
i’m a pale delusion from the furthest reach of your wildest dream
you wake up cursing colorado ’cause it don’t contain me

[verse two]
“you’re only a symptom of my mania,” you tell me
then you turn around and brag that i’m a product of you
i’m your contradiction, only victim to her circumstance
you’re judas and you’re genesis
i’m caked in your irrelevance
the restless rendered docile
if i’m a flower, you’re a fossil
but i’m always your apostle
call this the gospel according to

[chorus]
andrew, andrew, what’s a girl to dance to?
took your sweet time with my mind in your hands
you planned to plant you centre of my central console to control your baby
i’m a pale delusion from the furthest reach of your wildest dream
you wake up cursing colorado ’cause it don’t contain me
[bridge]
i’ll hate you by the time i’m your age, so enjoy me
while i have the words to lie and say

[chorus]
andrew, andrew, what’s a girl to dance to?
took your sweet time with my mind in your hands
you planned to plant you centre of my central console to control your baby
i’m a pale delusion from the furthest reach of your wildest dream
you wake up cursing colorado ’cause it don’t contain me

[outro]
you said you hate your wife ’cause she’s too vanilla
i bet i make you, make you feel, feel like a real big man beside me
hand me my drink
andrew, i think you’ve got me in deep

- shauna dean cokeland

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