Maximo Park - Russian Literature Lyrics
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Russian Literature
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What Are The Lyrics For Russian Literature By Maximo Park?
Modern Architecture
Already left to decay You don't know what you're breathing in What it is, I couldn't say We'll meet in Russian Literature Fourth Floor midday Travelling Trans-Pennine She said she'd wait... More empty buildings for invisible men No market value to justify the price of the rent Ignorance isn't bliss, Familiarity still ends in contempt We're gonna need some time But she said she'd wait for me... Are you hopeful or just gullible? Are you hopeful or just gullible? She won't be saved We can't be saved I can't live my life being nervous about tomorrow I already knew her name I already knew her name There's a news blackout 'cause it just got worse Status depends on the size of your purse There it is again that lock of hair That won't sit still Our earthly pleasures Distract us against our will... Are you hopeful or just gullible? Are you hopeful or just gullible? We won't be saved She can't be saved I can't live my life feeling nervous about tomorrow I already knew her name I already knew She won't be saved We can't be saved I can't live my life feeling nervous about tomorrow I already knew her name I already knew Well, I knew her name |
Who Wrote Russian Literature By Maximo Park?
Archis Tiku, Duncan Robert Lloyd, Lukas James Wooller, Paul Anthony Smith, Thomas Alexander English
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What's The Duration Of The Russian Literature By Maximo Park?The duration of Russian Literature is 3:07 minutes and seconds. |
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