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I wish I could edit the sounds off of your last spin in this
we could count the old times make believing only logical harm
we could count the old lines make believing that nothing else will change
well she can read she can read she can read she can read she s bad
she can read she can read she can read she s bad
oh she s bad

but itÕs slippery now
that IÕm poor and aging
IÕll never see this face again
you ll go stabbing yourself in the neck

we could find new ways of living make believing only logical harm
we could talk the old times play making and nothing else will change
but she can read she can read she can read she can read she s bad
she can read she can read she can read she s bad
oh she s bad

but itÕs slippery now
that IÕm poor and aging
IÕll never see this place again
you ll go stabbing yourself in the neck

it s in the way that she pulls it
it s in the things that she puts in my hair
her stories are boring and stuff
sheÕs always calling my bluff
she puts the she puts the waste into my little heart
and she gets in my room and she takes it apart
oh she puts the waste into my little heart
I say she puts the waste into my little heart

she passed away

itÕs in the way that you are
heaven is every night
she puts the waste in my heart
she puts the she puts the waste into my little heart

Que no cunda el panico (whisper)

Quiero llevarte lejos baby, dejame
quiero llevarte lejos baby, dejame
te llevaré

ahh
Vamonos contigo quiero huir
subete a mi coche
que voy a conducir.
vamonos lejos de aqui
lejos lejos de aqui.

Sensual sinverguenza
que quieres hacer
cual es tu capricho
cual es...

On n peut pas dire, alors là non
Ma pauvre chérie, même pour rire
Qu tu ressembles à un canon
T es sûrement pas avantagée
Par les cernes que tu te paies
Ça t fait encore plus âgée

Très franchement c est une...

Dla Tych co chcieli tu osiągnąć coś, nic nie kradnąc.
Dla tych co chcieliby co proste jest, przyszło łatwo.
I tym co mają prócz nadzieji stu jakieś plany.
8.15 Londyn miesiąc wprzód wyprzedany.

Ref.
A każdy chciał tu przecież normalnie żyć mimo wszystko.
Bez tej Paranoji po prostu żyć mimo...

I m a soldier boy
Standing on the battlefield
And i hear the bugle call
Calling me to my destiny
All around me is people falling down.

I m a soldier boy
Standing on the battlefield
Oh! the sky is red overhead
Burns my eyes like a fireball
All...

It was late one night in Southern Texas
My dad was playing in a rock-n-roll band
He took me along to a place called Cheatem Street
My bags were packed, I was ready to meet you for the first time
Oh but a phone call would have been nice

I guess you re stuck with...