Песня «(I Just) Died In Your Arms»
исполнителя Bastille.
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• Two Evils

  Bastille

  

  I’m the lesser of two evils Or am I, am I tricking myself nice? If I’m the lesser of two evils Who’s this man, who’s this act I hide behind? There are two ways to skin tonight Let’s see whose road gets there faster This is a game, no wrongs, no right Only a winner and a loser You and I, oh you and I We’re not that different, you and I Oh you and I, you and I We’re not that different, you and I Oh I’m the lesser of two evils So keep looking Just keep looking into my eyes And as the lesser of two evils, it pays to It pays to be the nice guy sometimes There are two ways to skin tonight Let’s see whose road gets there faster Here I am hiding in plain sight If you’re not careful you will lose her You and I, you and I We’re not that different, you and I Oh you and I, you and I We’re not that different, you and I You and I, oh you and I We’re not that different, you and I

  
• Doom Days

  Bastille

  

  When I watch the world burn All I think about is you When I watch the world burn All I think about is you There must be something in the Kool-Aid Cruising through the doom days God knows what is real and what is fake Last couple years have been a mad trip How'd you look so perfect? You must have some portraits in the attic We'll stay offline so no one gets hurt Hiding from the real world Just don't read the comments ever, ever We fucked this house up like the planet We were running riot Crazy that some people still deny it Think I'm addicted to my phone My scrolling horror show I'm live-streaming the final days of Rome One tab along, it's pornographic Everybody's at it No surprise we're so easily bored Let's pick the truth that we believe in Like a bad religion Tell me all your original sins So many questionable choices We love the sound that our voice makes Man, this echo chamber's getting loud We're gonna choose the blue pill We're gonna close the curtains We’re gonna rabbit hole down, third act love now She's gonna flip some tables I'm gonna move this tale on We’re gonna rabbit hole down, third act love now We'll be the proud remainers Here till the morning breaks us We run away from real life thoughts tonight We're gonna Peter Pan out Fade to the close-up, arms 'round We're gonna stay naive tonight-night-night When I watch the world burn All I think about is you When I watch the world burn All I think about is you You, all I think about is you So I put my phone down Fall into the night with you

  
• Good Grief

  Bastille

  

  [Spoken:] So, what would you little maniacs like to do first? [Verse 1:] Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers Shut my eyes and count to ten It goes in one ear out the other, one ear out the other Burning bright right till the end Now you'll be missing from the photographs, missing from the photographs [Verse 2:] Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers In my thoughts you're far away And you are whistling the melody, whistling the melody Crystallizing clear as day Oh I can picture you so easily, picture you so easily [Pre-Chorus:] What's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it? What's gonna be left of the world, oh [Chorus:] Every minute and every hour I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more Every stumble and each misfire I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more [Verse 3:] Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers Caught off guard by your favorite song Oh I'll be dancing at a funeral, dancing at a funeral Sleeping in the clothes you love It's such a shame we had to see them burn, shame we had to see them burn [Pre-Chorus:] What's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it? What's gonna be left of the world, oh [Chorus:] Every minute and every hour I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more Every stumble and each misfire I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more [Spoken:] If you want to be a party animal, you have to learn to live in the jungle Now stop worrying and go get dressed [Bridge:] You might have to excuse me I've lost control of all my senses And you might have to excuse me I've lost control of all my words So get drunk, call me a fool Put me in my place, put me in my place Pick me up, up off the floor Put me in my place, put me in my place [Chorus:] Every minute and every hour I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more Every stumble and each misfire I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more [Outro:] Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers Cause every minute and every hour I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

  
• What Would You Do

  Bastille

  

  Boys and girls want to hear a true story? Saturday night was at this real wild party They had the liquor overflowing the cup About five, six strippers trying to work for a buck And I took one girl outside with me Her name was Loni, she went to junior high with me And said why you up in there dancing for cash? I guess a whole lot has changed since I seen you last She said… 1 — What would you do if your son was at home Crying all alone on the bedroom floor Cause he’s hungry And the only way to feed him is to Sleep with a man for a little bit of money And his daddy’s gone Somewhere smoking rock now In and out of lock down I ain’t got a job now So for you this is just a good time But for me this is what I call life, mmm Girl you ain’t the only one with a baby That’s no excuse to be living all crazy Then she looked me right square in the eye And said, «Everyday I wake up hoping to die.» She said, nigga I know about pain cause Me and my sister ran away so my daddy couldn’t rape us Before I was a teenager I done been through more shit you can’t even relate to Oh then she said (What would you do?) Get up on my feet and let go of every excuse (What would you do?) Cause I wouldn’t want my baby to go through what I went through (What would you do?) Get up on my feet and stop making up tired excuses (What would you do?) Girl I know if my mother could do it baby you can do it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

  
• Get Home

  Bastille

  

  How am I gonna get myself back home? I, I, I How am I gonna get myself back home? I, I, I We are the last people standing At the end of the night We are the greatest pretenders In the cold morning light This is just another night And we’ve had many of them To the morning we’re cast out But I know I’ll land here again How am I gonna get myself back home? I, I, I How am I gonna get myself back home? I, I, I There’s a light in the bedroom But it’s dark Scattered around on the floor All my thoughts This is just another night And we’ve had many of them To the morning we’re cast out But I know I’ll land here again How am I gonna get myself back home? I, I, I Oh, how am I gonna get myself back home? I, I, I The birds are mocking me They call to be heard The birds are mocking me They curse my return How am I gonna get myself back home? I, I, I How am I gonna get myself back home? I, I, I Oh, how am I gonna get myself back home? I, I, I How am I gonna get myself back home? I, I, I Oh, how am I gonna get myself back home? I, I, I How am I gonna get myself back home? I, I, I I’m lost…