No Tools

How can I speak with no tools?
The language of death wasn't taught at school
Wondering when I won't feel as if I just woke from a dream
In which you were the next-door fling
The next-door fling
The next-door fling
Ooh, ooh-ooh

How can I speak with no tools?
The language of death wasn't taught at school
Wondering when I won't feel as if I just woke from a dream
In which you were the next-door fling
The next-door fling
The next-door fling
Hmm-mm

Say how can I speak with no tools?
The language of death wasn't taught at school
Wondering when I won't feel as if I just woke from a dream
In which you were the next-door -

How can I speak with no tools?
The language of death wasn't taught at school
Wondering when I won't feel as if I just woke from a dream
In which you were the next-door fling
The next-door fling
The next-door fling
Ooh, ooh-ooh



Credits
Writer(s): Cristina Lizarraga Inarritu, Lore Nekane Billelabeitia, Lander Zalacain Martinez, Josu Ximun Billelabeitia Uriarte
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