Mystery Disease
MGMT"Mystery Disease" é uma música de MGMT, 2013, Pop. A música tem 3:23 de duração, 28 lines / 197 words.
Letra
0:30It can't pay attention
0:34What slips into the system
0:38A light touch a whisper that puts you to sleep
0:43Don't sympathize with the mystery disease
0:48All it is is a feeling
0:52Pain in a dress too revealing
0:56A lost bond an old friend who likes what it sees
1:00You can't shake off the mystery disease
1:24Lovers in a past life
1:27Meet in the street close to midnight
1:31A last look sweet like the end of a dream
1:36Then fall back into the mystery disease
1:42Go on tell your symptoms to me
1:45It's not in any of the books you can read
1:49It's no fun to face what you don't get to be
1:54But what's one more to the mystery disease
2:35Floating impatience
2:38Snuffs my limited sapience
2:43Black smoke as soon as the pressure's released
2:48Deep space sighs the mystery disease
2:52Consumed by a weakness
2:56Cut with perpetual unrest
3:00You see stars sunsets blurred through a screen
3:05Trap what you want waste what you need
3:10And when the west wind sweeps through the leaves
3:14Emperors of history fall to their knees
3:18Small fronds can't see the wood for the trees
3:23Left in the dust of the mystery disease
It can't pay attention What slips into the system A light touch a whisper that puts you to sleep Don't sympathize with the mystery disease All it is is a feeling Pain in a dress too revealing A lost bond an old friend who likes what it sees You can't shake off the mystery disease Lovers in a past life Meet in the street close to midnight A last look sweet like the end of a dream Then fall back into the mystery disease Go on tell your symptoms to me It's not in any of the books you can read It's no fun to face what you don't get to be But what's one more to the mystery disease Floating impatience Snuffs my limited sapience Black smoke as soon as the pressure's released Deep space sighs the mystery disease Consumed by a weakness Cut with perpetual unrest You see stars sunsets blurred through a screen Trap what you want waste what you need And when the west wind sweeps through the leaves Emperors of history fall to their knees Small fronds can't see the wood for the trees Left in the dust of the mystery disease
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