Top of the City Songtext
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Top of the City Songtext
I wanna live right on top of the city
Far away from all the sound getting gritty
In a tower over 400 feet
See nobody that I don′t want to meet
I wanna live right on top of the people
Straight away from harbor them docks on a freaky
Every step in a ship feel like a foot in a grave
I am not the one who find the world like I pray
So, close the door and turn around,
Let the city burn
So, leave the dirt behind
In a house of a different kind
I wanna live right on top of the city
Take me out to a dam come gritty
Plant a tree on top of the roof
Dance around it and jam in reggaeg roove
I wanna hear no traffic in the morning
I said burn, city burn, I'm jurning
I wanna live in the tower what you were from buff
I am not the one who find the world like I pray
So, close the door and turn around
Let the city burn
So, leave the dirt behind
In a house od a different kind
Yeah yeah, it′s about new life in the air is good, inviting all my friends on a party-roof
Yeah yeah, darling by your eyes,
It can hurt no more, as sit down watch the smoke
Sit and can't no live this city.
Found a brand new love, where I see for miles
Hundred feets above the streets
Yeah yeah yeah
We're leave all behind money pine...
Far away from all the sound getting gritty
In a tower over 400 feet
See nobody that I don′t want to meet
I wanna live right on top of the people
Straight away from harbor them docks on a freaky
Every step in a ship feel like a foot in a grave
I am not the one who find the world like I pray
So, close the door and turn around,
Let the city burn
So, leave the dirt behind
In a house of a different kind
I wanna live right on top of the city
Take me out to a dam come gritty
Plant a tree on top of the roof
Dance around it and jam in reggaeg roove
I wanna hear no traffic in the morning
I said burn, city burn, I'm jurning
I wanna live in the tower what you were from buff
I am not the one who find the world like I pray
So, close the door and turn around
Let the city burn
So, leave the dirt behind
In a house od a different kind
Yeah yeah, it′s about new life in the air is good, inviting all my friends on a party-roof
Yeah yeah, darling by your eyes,
It can hurt no more, as sit down watch the smoke
Sit and can't no live this city.
Found a brand new love, where I see for miles
Hundred feets above the streets
Yeah yeah yeah
We're leave all behind money pine...
Writer(s): Alfred Trowers, Demba Wendt, Pierre Baigorry, Jerome Bugnon, Frank Allessa Delle, Moritz Schumacher, Sebastian Krajewski, Torsten Reibold, Tobias Cordes, Ruediger Kusserow, Vincent Von Schlippenbach Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com