The blinds here are so sharp and they cut,
The light from the primitive sun
You know I really wanted herSociety thinks so highly of
This hotel I vomited on
Before I lost the sight of herMy man, he quietly closes the door
Now the pharaoh is woken,
My hands, I feel like I've been here before
She has already spokenAnyway
There's no reason to get hurt
You don't need to sell your shirt
To do the devil's workYou finally found your place
You know it always works
You know it always worksI saw someone who looked like you on
The platform at Bondi station
But from a younger eraThe lights in the bell house were still on
We all need somebody to love,
Be we clothed or naked.My man, he quietly closes the door
Now the pharaoh is woken
My hands, I feel like I've been here before
She has already spokenAnyway
There's no reason to get hurt
You don't need to sell your shirt
To do the devil's work.You finally found your place
You know it always works
You know it always worksYou finally found your place
Songwriters
ANDREW WYATT, CHRISTIAN KARLSSON, PONTUS WINNBERGPublished by
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