Текст песни Alice Phoebe Lou - Devil's Sweetheart

Текст:

Hey you You with your head in the clouds You've been running around On the tight ropes you found In the minds of the weak you seek to speak With fire on your tongue Flames on your lungs Your bow has stun Many a sweetheart Hey you You with your eyes on the prize Don't you wear the disguise That the truths of your lies unfold To be told To the victims of your steady rise You're prize at the expense of the weak You're on the peak and you dancing chick to chick with the devil's sweetheart With the devil's sweetheart

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