In a snow globe
Make fun of me
Minus 27 degrees
It's no way to behave
Clinging on to the arms of the seat on the plane
Everything shrank
When we started saying the same things
That's a drunk man
Screaming into his own hands
Are you out tonight
Falling on broken glass to avoid the fight
I didn't mean to paint it grey
And you can't leave
It's in my bones
Something loosened its hold on me
Foreign Television - Minus 27 Lyrics
Foreign Television - Minus 27 Lyrics
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In a snow globe
Make fun of me
Minus 27 degrees
It's no way to behave
Clinging on to the arms of the seat on the plane
Everything shrank
When we started saying the same things
That's a drunk man
Screaming into his own hands
Are you out tonight
Falling on broken glass to avoid the fight
I didn't mean to paint it grey
And you can't leave
It's in my bones
Something loosened its hold on me
Make fun of me
Minus 27 degrees
It's no way to behave
Clinging on to the arms of the seat on the plane
Everything shrank
When we started saying the same things
That's a drunk man
Screaming into his own hands
Are you out tonight
Falling on broken glass to avoid the fight
I didn't mean to paint it grey
And you can't leave
It's in my bones
Something loosened its hold on me
Writer: Francis Allen
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid