One day later
She'd already caught her flight early in the morning
Beds were offered, beds were made
But there's always a hotel room, waiting
You wouldn't want the night to not belong to you
I saw Kitty Pryde at the Modern Journalism Panel
Talking into her sweatshirt, moving her hands in front of her face
Her mortal frame suffocated by fame
When she'd ask for none, just got fucked by good luck
And I, and I and I, and I, I didn't give a shit
Will you still produce heat?
When are you gonna get an album out?
Would you want to climb the ladder? The rungs are prison bars
Put your feet on the frozen floor
Glide around from man to fan
And maybe you can find someone who won't ask any questions
Is that what you want?
Is that what you need?
I saw Kitty Pryde at the Modern Journalism Panel
Talking into her sweatshirt, moving her hands in front of her face
Her mortal frame suffocated by fame
When she'd ask for none, just got fucked by good luck
And I, and I and I, and I, I didn't give a shit
She was banished from the city of Rome
But she had a Rome of her own and she banished them from it
She was banished from the city of Rome
But she had a Rome of her own and she banished them
And I, and I, and I, and I, and I, and I, and I, and I, I didn't give a shit
Cold water rain One day later She'd already caught her flight early in the morning Beds were offered, beds were made But there's always a hotel room, waiting You wouldn't want the night to not belong to you I saw Kitty Pryde at the Modern Journalism Panel Talking into her sweatshirt, moving her hands in front of her face Her mortal frame suffocated by fame When she'd ask for none, just got fucked by good luck And I, and I and I, and I, I didn't give a shit Will you still produce heat? When are you gonna get an album out? Would you want to climb the ladder? The rungs are prison bars Put your feet on the frozen floor Glide around from man to fan And maybe you can find someone who won't ask any questions Is that what you want? Is that what you need? I saw Kitty Pryde at the Modern Journalism Panel Talking into her sweatshirt, moving her hands in front of her face Her mortal frame suffocated by fame When she'd ask for none, just got fucked by good luck And I, and I and I, and I, I didn't give a shit She was banished from the city of Rome But she had a Rome of her own and she banished them from it She was banished from the city of Rome But she had a Rome of her own and she banished them And I, and I, and I, and I, and I, and I, and I, and I, I didn't give a shit Explain Request ×
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