Strange Days (LEEX Tropical Mix)
- Mat McHugh (2015)You are listening to the song Strange Days (LEEX Tropical Mix) by Mat McHugh, in album The Tropical Sessions #1 CD1. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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- Firestone - Conrad Sewell
- Show Me Love - Kimberly Anne
- Strange Days (LEEX Tropical Mix) - Mat McHugh
- When The Beat Drops Out (LCAW Remix) - Marlon Roudette
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- The Ocean - Max Manie
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- Shine (Kygo Remix) - Benjamin Francis Leftwich
- To Describe You - Kungs
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- Younger (Kygo Remix) - Seinabo Sey
- Seve - Tez Cadey
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- Often (Kygo Remix) - The Weeknd
- Talking Body (Gryffin Remix) - Tove Lo
Lyrics
All last night
Well I dreamt I was free
Free from both truth and love
And they were free from me
Dressed up like a businessman
Making money off of war
Messed up as a politician
Taking money from the poor
No longer weighed down
By respect, nor decency
No blood, no faith
Found no place for them to be
And I wore my crown
Like a liar's sword
Cursed at the ground
That I've been walking on.
I've been walking on.
All last night
Well I dreamt I was cold
Started up a fire burning
Us out of control
A face I barely recognize
Was staring out from the smoke
Then, pointed at my blackened heart
But the broken voice then spoke
Said, 'plans are only wrecking balls
Then life gets on its way
There's more to this than I recall
Probably more than I could say
And if hate shall be your weapon
Lonely death shall be your toll
And if profit is your motive
Then emptiness your soul.
Emptiness your soul.
All last night
Well I dreamt I was gone
Nothing left but ashes
A bitter taste upon your tongue
Shadows in the market
Where as a child I had once played
Abandoned in the evening
Like a bloodless serenade
Every moment crashing
Through my mind, cold like the wind
That whistles down the promenade
Where my love and I had been
No countenance, no reason
For the things I may have done
Left stripped and standing naked
In the place that I begun.
All come undone
Saw these strange days ...
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