Give me time
You leave me alone
Give me patience
My brother's throne
Make me sit in it, still
Cover these wounds ma'am with bandages until they heal
And give me morphine in a slow pace drip
Give me streets of cobblestone and the Brooklyn Bridge
Two French girls speaking in tongues
On a subway through which under water it runs
That water it runs
That water it runs
Oh New York City you've got me feeling trapped
I've been home for weeks now and my mind is still unpacked
There's something strange in beautiful patterns
I don't believe this is real but I'm covered in laughter
Yeah everybody's laughing
Make me cautious and alert
Make these consequences hurt
Someone push me down, go and call me dirt
Go ask the cashier now what this bottle is worth
Oh Miss Marie, you tell me not to bother
With my troubles of rising water
That water it runs
Ameriglow - Two French Girls Speaking in Tongues Lyrics
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Give me time
You leave me alone
Give me patience
My brother's throne
Make me sit in it, still
Cover these wounds ma'am with bandages until they heal
And give me morphine in a slow pace drip
Give me streets of cobblestone and the Brooklyn Bridge
Two French girls speaking in tongues
On a subway through which under water it runs
That water it runs
That water it runs
Oh New York City you've got me feeling trapped
I've been home for weeks now and my mind is still unpacked
There's something strange in beautiful patterns
I don't believe this is real but I'm covered in laughter
Yeah everybody's laughing
Make me cautious and alert
Make these consequences hurt
Someone push me down, go and call me dirt
Go ask the cashier now what this bottle is worth
Oh Miss Marie, you tell me not to bother
With my troubles of rising water
That water it runs
You leave me alone
Give me patience
My brother's throne
Make me sit in it, still
Cover these wounds ma'am with bandages until they heal
And give me morphine in a slow pace drip
Give me streets of cobblestone and the Brooklyn Bridge
Two French girls speaking in tongues
On a subway through which under water it runs
That water it runs
That water it runs
Oh New York City you've got me feeling trapped
I've been home for weeks now and my mind is still unpacked
There's something strange in beautiful patterns
I don't believe this is real but I'm covered in laughter
Yeah everybody's laughing
Make me cautious and alert
Make these consequences hurt
Someone push me down, go and call me dirt
Go ask the cashier now what this bottle is worth
Oh Miss Marie, you tell me not to bother
With my troubles of rising water
That water it runs
Writer: Jacob Darden
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