"30 Degrees" lyrics

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Eastward
I see the dead
And the lime-encrusted faces
You are both revealed
In a shameful waste
A syrup and playboy
Casper bliss
Sounds supreme
Look at that guitar
Supreme, look at that guitar
Supreme, look at that guitar
Like jazz in a clay bar cab

If you love it
Do it for me
Say how you like it

Class
You said
You can't live on your own

Guess what?
Join the clay bar band
Damn, damn this
Even now I see at last
I can't forget
The sense it was nearer
When they all got out
I can't forget

If you love it
Do it for me
Say how you like it

Class
You said
You can't live on your own

It was quiet
And barely of a temperature
Thirteen degrees plus
Thirteen degrees
Food great
But is bitter
Hope you are
Hope you are well
See you later
See you later
See you later
See you later

Class
You said
You can't live on your own
Say how you like it
Class
You said
You can't live on your own