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Franz Ferdinand – 40 Feet

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As i glanced once upon the phone
40 feet beneath my feet
The cold has come
Falls through the molten veins
Cooling all the blood to slush
Congeals around again

Oh la la la
Oh and 40 feet remain

Soft scales upon my drying arms
Burn my back beneath the sun
I am cold beneath the burning haze
Looking down, looking down
Down down again

Oh la la la
Oh and 40 feet remain

La la la la
Oh and 40 feet remain

SON YORUMLAR