Bastille - Lethargy Lyrics
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Lethargy
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What Are The Lyrics For Lethargy By Bastille?
Lethargy got a hold of me
And I don't know how to shake it Got these itchy feet for a change of scene Do anything to escape it Get up, get up, pressure, pressure Run away as fast as you can go Everyday our friends and lovers Give the answers everybody knows You told me not to be like anybody else Headspin, happiness, death Be like anybody else Bowed down, nothing else left You checked out years ago Oh what I'd do to not to worry like you You checked out years ago Oh what I'd do to not to worry like you There's an English man up in space these days Floating in awe and wonder As he floats away from the atmospheres All of us non believers Get up, get up, pressure, pressure Run away as fast as you can go Everyday our friends and lovers Give the answers everybody knows You told me not to be like anybody else Headspin, happiness, death Be like anybody else Bowed down, nothing else left You checked out years ago Oh what I'd do to not to worry like you You checked out years ago Oh what I'd do to not to worry like you Paint the scene for me Paint it bright and paint it clear I don't want to use my imagination here Don't want to use my imagination here Paint the scene for me Paint it bright and paint it clear I don't want to use my imagination here Don't want to use my imagination here You told me not to be like anybody else Headspins, happiness, death Be like anybody else Bowed down, nothing else left You checked out years ago Oh what I'd do to not to worry like you You checked out years ago Oh what I'd do to not to worry like you |
Who Wrote Lethargy By Bastille?
Daniel Campbell Smith, Mark Crew
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