Kill Me. the King - Portugal. The Man
Below is the lyrics of the song Kill Me. the King , artist - Portugal. The Man with translation
Lyrics " Kill Me. the King "
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Kill Me. the King
Portugal. The Man
Basking briefly in this overeating indulgence of insides
But I fear he’s lower than before
Though he’s stronger than he looks
He’s made of feathers mixed with oil and small servings
Of hands and feet
Up so high
«How do they flutter so damn?»
«How do they flutter so damn?»
Up so high
«How do they flutter so damn?»
«How do they flutter so damn?»
Now begin the search that hails you home
«I think I lost my means»
He said with his face in the cup
Desperate times make for desperate people
Desperate times make for desperate people
Up so high
«How do they flutter so damn?»
«How do they flutter so damn?»
Up so high
«How do they flutter so damn?»
«How do they flutter so damn?»
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