So lay your dead in our time rhyme when heat's on you.
And then you stand, with flowers dead, I'm in your head.
Am I rain? You cannot say it.
If you try to be raised in pain, it's an all time high.
And I've cryed to the blocked out train, we have no desire.
In the blink of a solid flame, I can wash that pain aside.
And we know we're insane.
I'm coming right up, riot.
. Woh. You want/need/steal it, well just to be there. Ah...
Now we live by the hope of the trade, it's a fade-outscene.
Under sun cause the black your shade.
This is all I see.
As the contract spreads to dread, solid heat will find it clean.
So the end of the ride is today.
Well, I fought the land cause today it's...
July (midnight above my ranch)
Oh (she's a goner)
July (she said, hold on, you got my life)
Oh, oh. (What I want)
July ( I said, you want my God)
Writer(s): Damon Minchella, Stephen Cradock, Simon Fowler, Oscar Harrison
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