Watsky

"Limos 4 emos"

Limo for emos
Limo for emos
Limo for emos

I'll pick you up
I'll pick you up
I'll pick you up
Limo for emos
Limo for emos

You got knives in your broken heart
I'm outside getting my gold card
So catch your last pair up [?]
Pull up your black hair in a bun
And come fast
We can run like mascara

You got force like Joan D'arc
And he falls short like Bonaparte
And you deserve greater
I know I'm no saviour
But I'm here right now
So let's go

Kind of feels like we've been running
Every day of our lifes
And shattering hearts
And having us cracked [?]
But if you wandered through the broken hearts in a pile [?]
And added the stack
Then what do you have
For you're in the black
Deep in the red
If you're in your bed
Then you should come meet me instead
And out of the misery
You know you got a friend
So you got me
You got me

I'll pick you up
I'll pick you up
I'll pick you up
Anytime anywhere
Cry and I'll be right there

They want us moving at the speed of light
But we won't hurry
Let's hit the city and stay out so late
That it gets early
Like earlier when we were living on the cheapest thrills
Because the town we fell in love with have the steepest hills

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