Milo Winter and Tunetailor - Give Me the Sun

Hide out, shake up, city’s on lockdown
Tune in, stake out, leave before I’m found
I’ll call on you as soon as I can
I won’t tell you the master plan

Give me the sun
Give me the last of your money
I’m on the run
And I don’t need none of your
Funny business, your forgiveness
I don’t care what you think of me
I’ll head for the sun
So give me the last of your money

Close-shave haircut, see-through ghost town
It’s moving too slow, so I need a new playground
I’m running just as fast as I can
I don’t expect that you’ll understand

Give me the sun
Give me the last of your money
I’m on the run
And I don’t need none of your
Funny business, your forgiveness
I don’t care what you think of me
I’ll head for the sun
So give me the last of your money

Written by:
TUNETAILOR, MILO ERIK WINTER

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, APM MUSIC ASSOCIATED PRODUCTION MUSIC

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