Letra de Club 57 - Bastille

I came to the city

Was armed to the teeth

With ideas and desires

As my only company

I got the keys to the car

You got the keys to my head

You call it karma, karma

And I call it bad luck instead

Well, is it love? Is it la-la-love?

Or are we just craving attention?

Is it love? Is it la-la-love?

Or do we just want satisfaction?

Is it?

Is it?

Cut to Paradise Garage

There's paint on my hands

Making art for the masses

Out of lines off of your body

I got the keys to the car

You got the keys to my head

You call it karma, karma

I call it bad luck instead

Uh, is it love? Is it la-la-love?

Or are we just craving attention?

Is it love? Is it la-la-love?

Or do we just want satisfaction?

Is it?

Is it?

Drugs, fame, and money (Is it?), A spotlight on our subway scene

Club 57 (Is it?), the city got the best of me

Drugs, fame, and money (Is it?), a spotlight on our subway scene

Club 57 (Is it?), the city took the best of me

Is it love? Is it la-la-love?

Or am I just craving attention?

Is it love? Is it la-la-love?

Or do I just want satisfaction?

(Is it love?) Is it love? Is it la-la-love?

Or are we just craving attention?

Is it love? Is it la-la-love?

Or do we just want satisfaction?

Drugs, fame, and the money (Is it?), uh

Club 57, uh

Drugs, fame, and the money (Is it?), uh

Club 57, uh

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