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Nite Flights (Moodswings Back to Basics Remix|Radio Edit) - David Bowie
There's no hold
The moving has come through
The danger passing you
Turns it's face into the heat and runs the tunnels
It's so cold
The dog dug up fine dogs
The stiches torn and broke
The wrong lick fist you choke has hit the blood light
Glass traps opened and close on nite flights
Broken necks feather plates pressed and warped
Be my love we will be gods on nite flights
With only one promise only one way to fall
Glass traps opened and close on nite flights
Broken necks feather ways press the walls
Be my love we will be gods on nite flights
With only one promise only one way to call
On nite flights
On nite flights
On nite flights
Only one way to fall
On nite flights
On nite flights
On nite flights
Only one way to fall
