Declan McKenna - Beautiful Faces Lyrics
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Beautiful Faces
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What Are The Lyrics For Beautiful Faces By Declan McKenna?
And as the Earth returned to calmly dress itself in white
We got a glimpse of all the people going out tonight Big guys and little guys, and bad guys in cuffs I bet they can't get enough Tonight I wanna be on Broadway and in cabaret Tonight I must go out and celebrate St. Patrick's Day Tonight I must demand a raise so I can grab, let's say Some part replacements with strawberry laces, no spaces Beautiful faces smiling over us Lift your hands up and lead us back home Beautiful people won't remember you, honey I bet you can't get enough Beautiful faces smiling over us Lift your hands up and lead us back home Beautiful people won't remember you, honey I bet you can't get enough Tonight I'm good staying inside But I'll be dancing for sure Going to the stores, pullin' socks out of the drawers Of the people who you don't love anymore The beautiful faces smiling over us Lift your hands up and lead us back home Beautiful people won't remember you, honey I bet you can't get enough Beautiful faces smiling over us Lift your hands up and lead us back home Beautiful people won't remember you, honey I bet you can't get enough All the beautiful faces smiling over us Lift your hands up and lead us back home Beautiful people won't remember you, honey I bet you can't get enough I bet you can't get enough |
Who Wrote Beautiful Faces By Declan McKenna?
Declan Mckenna, Maxwell Marlow
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