Metric - Raw Sugar

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Song: Raw Sugar
Artist: Metric
Lyrics:

Sort of wonder why no one said a word
Don't you like it on the sly?
Don't you like it till it hurts?
Have I been on your mind?
What's a voice without a song?
Something in your head
You've been fighting all along...

I don't want to say it
The news is not so good
We'll never get away
And even if we could
We'd just play the tambourine
Around an open flame
Oversleep and burn
To be back in the game

'Cause summer never comes
Nowhere near high noon
And winter never comes
Nor the harvest moon

Raw sugar
I don't want to die
Living in a high rise grave I pay to call home
Same black day
High rise grave

No, I'm not complaining
Yes, it could be worse
Ferment on the wishbone
Match the lips to the purse

Neighborhood's a runway
Fry the ass and thighs
Dirty diamond dealers
Pushed behind the ires

'Cause summer never comes
Nowhere near high noon
And winter never comes
Nor the harvest moon

Raw sugar
I don't want to die
Living in a high rise grave I pay to call home
Same black day
High rise grave

Still, I wear the red dress
Paint my toes and twirl
Take it back to old times when I was still a girl
'Cause now I'm a baboon, boys
Cootchie-cootchie-coo
Sort of wonder why I missed a kiss for you...

'Cause summer never comes...
(Same black day, high rise grave)
Winter never comes...
(Same black day, high rise grave)



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