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Utwór: It's Dylan, You Know The Drill

  • wykonawca: Boys Night Out
  • album: Make Yourself Sick
  • wyświetleń: 1078

An I.O.U. tattoo
  To the love of finer incentives of your heart
  And it is there to keep you together where we're all falling apart
    My conscience drifts and sleeps in shifts
  Trading off between my open hand and swinging fists
  And this alcohol, my wrecking ball,
  Keeps me talking to the angels buried in these walls
     gone too late to get a doctor
  I don't care if the killing stops
  Or if suffocation plagues my lungs
    (the) way walking nightmares run
  wide awake and dead at the same time
  (the) way walking nightmares run
  wide awake and dead the same time
    This waiting room is making room
  Completely torn apart by a slew of things that step on you
  The diamond fake, those things i hate
  Both had their own ways of playing off the weather's weight
  And when the softer december snow falls
  Winter's conquered, earth has left us wretched
    (the) way walking nightmares run
  wide awake and dead at the same time
  (the) way walking nightmares run
  wide awake and dead the same time
    (At the same time)
    Someone come and tie me up, tie me up
  ___ way in time to lock it up, lock it up
  I think that we should burn it up, burn it up
  I pray we've got the time enough, time enough
  You know that I LOVE YOU
  Now I just can't shut you up, shut you up
  So now I have to chop you up, chop you up
  And I'll just wait till I get caught

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