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Utwór: Burnout Girl

  • wykonawca: Screeching Weasel
  • album: How To Make Enemies And Irritate People
  • wyświetleń: 831

I walk by your house while you're laying in bed
  Thoughts of rescuing you race through my head
  I'd rip my heart out of my chest
  and hold it for you to inspect
  and while the blood dripped down our hands
  we could kiss
  The apartment ambience is like a motel
  Little town blues can't compare to this hell
  Do you ever wanna go anywhere
  but here and now
  well I'm waiting here alone for you
  You somehow ignore the repetitive structures around you
  that scream indifference
  You are inspired by nothingness
  nothing can alter the scope of your dreams
  I'll still wait while you're asleep in your bed
  but the air smells different out here at three a.m.
  And all the hopes you're clinging to
  will fall apart inside your room
  so please come on out and do something else
  You're an enigma
  you're so incredible presentable
  I'd eat you up if I thought you were edible

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