I see plenty of skirts
I put millions of likes
But still no one of them
Rules in my kingdom of hype
I need something besides
Your unconditional love
A power to reinforce
I am able to feel much more
Woman with a copy machine, copy my heart sugar
Copy my heart till death tears us apart
Maybe I don’t belong
To the script, they are in
Maybe I have to play
With the copies I have
Honestly, I don’t mind
As long I am safe while I am high
But there is something I need
Realise I am alive
Woman with a copy machine copy my heart sugar
Copy my heart till death tears us apart
The NYC trio push their blown-out garage-blues sound into new territory, on both reinterpreted classics and originals. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2019
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