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Un, deux, trois Bang, bang, bang Feathers, I'm plucking feathers One by one, by one No more skylarking, around my head Your information But there's no hiding, behind moulting feathers On the plane, on my brain, 'bout to do the sho' 40k contract, take it out the do' Dice, symbolize my life, roll 'em on the flo' From your grubby hands, as you hand the grandstand You live a shitty life, we live a bon, bon vie Hotter than the book, while we watch the tv Think you got us fooled, ooh never again First time, shame on me, second time, your time will end No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette Je te plumerai la, tete Je te plumerai la, tete Bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette Je te plumerai la, tete Je te plumerai la, tete No way, no, (the clock) it's ticking forward No way, it's just a cruel, cruel world Cruel world is fittin', they got us all hittin' With late night divisions, and lab app decisions But based with decisions, to fight a fricassee And you've clearly decided, on how to handle me Difficile, imbecile, is it fake, is it real Are we dying on our feet, are we trying in our sleep There's a rumour goin' 'round, 'bout the suits runnin' town If you look into the sky, them birds fly high, high, high Numbers, you got that number You're looking outwards, and don't see the big picture Over your shoulder, you'll get no last words Because it's too late, you've clipped your own wings (your own wings) No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette Je te plumerai la, tete Je te plumerai la, tete Bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette Je te plumerai la, tete Je te plumerai la, tete We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin' We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin' We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin' We're believin' in the proof, we're believin' in the truth We're believin' in each other, not you, you, you Stories (you with the tall tales), how many stories (so many tall tales) We climb the structure (you scale the ladder) You build it higher (you make us madder) We take our aim (so now we're bearin' off) You perch above your nest (in your charms) The stories in your head (it's a crazy bald head) That's what got you dead No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette Je te plumerai la, tete Je te plumerai la, tete Bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette Je te plumerai la, tete Je te plumerai la, tete Un, deux, trois No one ever does it like that anymore Bang, bang, bang When feathers fly, you deny everything (alouette) Un, deux, trois No one ever does it like that anymore Bang, bang, bang (alouette) When feathers fly, you deny everything yo
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Artist: Mark Ronson