Lykke Li - Rich Kids Blues - Lyrics, Similar artists

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Artist: Lykke Li

album: Wounded Rhymes (Anniversary Edition)

Bubble, bubble, straight to my head
The richer, the drier, I believe in the liar
Bringing trouble, trouble back to my bed
Where nobody can save me 'cause the smoke is my baby, baby
Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways
Mama, there's nothing you can do or say
I got the rich kids blues
And it got nothing to do with you
I got the rich kids blues
And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through
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Oh, why, oh, why you over my head?
Mama, she told me, "Keep your eyes on the trophy"
And I sigh, I sigh as I leave your bed
For delirious gestures are so easily misread
Mama, I got your wild-eyed taste
Mama, there's nothing you can do or say
I got the rich kids blues
And it got nothing to do with you
I got the rich kids blues
And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through
I got the rich kids blues
And it got nothing to do with you
I got the rich kids blues
And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through
Mama, I got the rich kids blues
Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways
Mama, I got the rich kids blues

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