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Bloc Party Weekend In The City

There is a wall that runs right through me Just like the city, I will never be joined What is this love? Why can I never hold it? Did it really run out

the dream, live the dream Like the 80s never happened. People are afraid, are afraid To merge on the freeway. Disappear here Stroll the pier into the magazine launch party

Lord give me grace and dancing feet And the power to impress Lord give me grace and dancing feet Let me outshine the moon Is it so wrong to crave recognition

Off to the funeral making cola knots We sit and reminisce about the past and in her voice only sadness her only son taken from her In every headline

I, I still remember how you looked that afternoon. There was only you. You said "it's just like a full moon". Blood beats faster in our veins We left

I'm sitting, on the roof of my house With a shotgun And a six pack of beers,six pack of beers,six pack of beers. The news copter says the enemies among

Lord, give me grace and dancing feet And the power to impress Lord, give me grace and dancing feet Let me outshine the moon Is it so wrong to crave recognition

last Make it cruel, just make me laugh We can't be hurt, we can't be hurt Drink to forget your blues on the weekend Think about more things to buy The

There is a wall that runs right through me Just like this city, I will never be joined What is this love? Why can I never hold it? Did it really run out