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Skeletons

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© Compilador: Antón Gavzov // el jefe del proyecto (https://Muzland.es)
± PPS (tempo): ♩ = 120 pulsaciones por minuto

Lyrics by Sandra Bjurman and Music by Isa Melikov
Azerbaiyán / Eurovisión 2017

Standing in a mirror lane
Wondering what to do,
Another day and gravity’s got,
Got another hold of me.
I never dreamed
That this could be happening, not to me,
But if he came falling down,
Falling so hard, I started believing.

   Now I’m into daydreams
   Amazed by thorn jeans,
   Deep into high extremes.
   When I’m with him, it’s fantasy,
   We’re just like alchemy,
   Oh, I feel ready.

Chorus:
     Have my skeletons,
     [I can only trick you once, bad boy.]
     Have my lungs, my millions,
     [Talk is cheap, don’t speak in tongues,
     Bad boy.]
     Drum, drum, drum, bring out the guns,
     [Drum, drum, drum, bring out the guns,
     Bad boy.]
     I’m so, so cursed,
     [Fuss and fight won’t get you tons.]
     Bad boy.

The world is spinning faster by the minute
And I’m longing to be saved,
This bitter sweet sensation got a,
Got another hold of me.

   Now I’m stuck in daydreams
   Surrounded by thorn jeans,
   Deep into high extremes.
   When we hook up, it’s fantasy,
   We’re just like alchemy,
   I’ve never been so ready.

Chorus:
     Have my skeletons,
     [I can only trick you once, bad boy.]
     Have my lungs, my millions,
     [Talk is cheap, don’t speak in tongues,
     Bad boy.]
     Drum, drum, drum, bring out the guns,
     [Drum, drum, drum, bring out the guns,
     Bad boy.]
     I’m so, so cursed,
     [Fuss and fight won’t get you tons.]
     Bad boy.

     [I can only trick you once, bad boy.]
     I can only trick you once.
     [Talk is cheap, don’t speak in tongues,
     Bad boy.]
     [Talk is cheap, don’t speak in tongues,
     Bad boy.]
     Talk is cheap, don’t speak in tongues.
     Drum, drum, drum, bring out the guns,
     [Drum, drum, drum, bring out the guns,
     Bad boy.]
     Bad boy.
     Fuss and fight won’t get you tons, bad boy.
     [Fuss and fight won’t get you tons.]

     Have my skeletons,
     [I can only trick you once, bad boy.]
     Have my lungs, my millions,
     [Talk is cheap, don’t speak in tongues,
     Bad boy.]
     Have my skeletons,
     [Drum, drum, drum, bring out the guns,
     Bad boy.]
     I’m so, so cursed,
     [Fuss and fight won’t get you tons.]
     Have my skeletons.