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Sweater Weather - Slaves

Sweater Weather

Punk Goes Pop Vol. 6
post-hardcore soul emo cover rnb



Slaves refers to more than one artist: 1) Slaves are a two piece lo-fi garage band from Kent, signed to the Virgin EMI label. Isaac Holman (Vocals, Drums) and Laurie Vincent (Guitar, Vocals) released their debut mini-album "Sugar coated bitter truth" through Girl Fight Records in July 2012. Where's Your Car Debbie?, Hey and The Hunter, were all released in 2014. "ARE YOU SATISFIED?", the duo's first full length album, was released in June 2015, preceded by the three track 7" Feed The Mantaray in February. Show more ...

Sweater Weather - Slaves

All I am is a man,
I want the world in my hands.
Hate the beach, but I stand
In California with my toes in the sand (toes in the sand).
Use the sleeves of my sweater,
Have an adventure,
Head in the clouds, but my gravity's centered.
Touch my neck, I'll touch yours.
You in those little high waisted shorts.

She knows what I think about, what I think about:
One love, two mouths,
One love, one house.
No shirt, no blouse.
Just us, find out
Nothing that I really wanna tell you about, no.
Cause it's too cold
For you here
And now
So let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater.

I may just take your breath away,
I don't mind if there's not much to say.
Sometimes the silence guides our minds,
To move to a place so far away.
The goosebumps start raise,
The minute that my left hand meets your waist.
And then I watched your face,
Put my finger on your tongue causes you love the taste, yeah
These hearts adore,
All the other beats heart is for .
Inside this place is warm,
Outside it starts to pour.

Coming down,
One love, two mouths,
One love, one house,
No shirt, no blouse.
Just us, you find out
Nothing that I really wanna tell you about,
No, no!
Cause it's too cold whoa
For you here
And now
So let me hold whoa
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

Cause it's too cold whoa
For you here
And now
So let me hold whoa
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

Whoa, whoa...
Whoa, whoa... whoa
Whoa, whoa...
Whoa, whoa...
Whoa, whoa... whoa
Whoa, whoa...

It's too cold whoa
For you here
And now
So let me hold whoa
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

Cause it's too cold whoa
For you here
And now
So let me hold whoa
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater



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