Street lights
The traffic bites
The weather is awfully nice
Days are spent
For the latest trend
Staring at things with empty eyes
Concrete and glass
Streets fuelled with gas
And signages all full of lies
People run
To get things done
'cause you know how time flies
Nothing's for you
But all is for sale
Buy lotsa stuff till your strength gets frail
And when it's weakest
You burden it with secrets
Both young and old
Rushing through the cold
All trying to throw the dice
It's all the same
For what they came
To buy stupid things at half price
Dress like her
Take what they prefer
No matter if you think it's nice
Look at them
Within the mayhem
All screaming paradise
Nothing's for you
But all is for sale
Buy lotsa stuff till your strength gets frail
And when it's weakest
You burden it with secrets
FainOnFriday - For Sale Lyrics
FainOnFriday - For Sale Lyrics
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Street lights
The traffic bites
The weather is awfully nice
Days are spent
For the latest trend
Staring at things with empty eyes
Concrete and glass
Streets fuelled with gas
And signages all full of lies
People run
To get things done
'cause you know how time flies
Nothing's for you
But all is for sale
Buy lotsa stuff till your strength gets frail
And when it's weakest
You burden it with secrets
Both young and old
Rushing through the cold
All trying to throw the dice
It's all the same
For what they came
To buy stupid things at half price
Dress like her
Take what they prefer
No matter if you think it's nice
Look at them
Within the mayhem
All screaming paradise
Nothing's for you
But all is for sale
Buy lotsa stuff till your strength gets frail
And when it's weakest
You burden it with secrets
The traffic bites
The weather is awfully nice
Days are spent
For the latest trend
Staring at things with empty eyes
Concrete and glass
Streets fuelled with gas
And signages all full of lies
People run
To get things done
'cause you know how time flies
Nothing's for you
But all is for sale
Buy lotsa stuff till your strength gets frail
And when it's weakest
You burden it with secrets
Both young and old
Rushing through the cold
All trying to throw the dice
It's all the same
For what they came
To buy stupid things at half price
Dress like her
Take what they prefer
No matter if you think it's nice
Look at them
Within the mayhem
All screaming paradise
Nothing's for you
But all is for sale
Buy lotsa stuff till your strength gets frail
And when it's weakest
You burden it with secrets
Writer: T. Laus
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid