Текст песни Tom Odell - Concrete

Got me in my hotel room,More pillows I could ever use,I think they call it luxury,But it doesn't make a difference to me.‘Cause I'd sleep on a bed that's made of concrete,Just the two of us and no sheet,Just your feet rubbing up against myStaring at the picture on the wall,Yeah, it's pretty clever but, it's got no soul,Show me your masterpieceAnd it wouldn't make difference to me.‘Cause I'd sleep on a bed that's made of concrete,Just the two of us and no sheet,Just your feet rubbing up against myOh, rubbing up against my,Oh, rubbing up against my,

Oh, rubbing up against myI see all these aeroplane'sBut I just wanna walk,Baby, it's happeningBut I just wanna talk,So, baby, won't you come back?Oh, I need something real!I'd sleep on a bed that's made of concrete,Just the two of us and no sheet,Just your feet rubbing up against myI'd sleep on a bed that's made of concrete,Just the two of us and no sheet,Just your feet rubbing up against myOh, rubbing up against my,Oh, rubbing up against my,Rubbing up against my,Rubbing up against my.
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