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Stone Temple Pilots

Dead & Bloated

 

Dead & Bloated

(álbum: Core - 1992)


I am smelling like the rose
That somebody gave me on
My birthday deathbed

I am smelling like the rose
That somebody gave me
Cause I'm dead and bloated

I am smelling like the rose
That somebody gave me on
My birthday deathbed
I am smelling like the rose
That somebody gave me
'Cause I'm dead and bloated

Oh oh, yeah yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
Oh oh, yeah yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
You can't swallow what I'm thinking
You can't swallow what I'm thinking

I am smelling like the rose
That somebody gave me on
My birthday deathbed
I am trampled under sole of
Another man's shoes
Guess I walked too softly

Oh oh, yeah yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
Oh oh, yeah yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
You can't swallow what I'm thinking
You can't swallow what I'm thinking

I run through the world
Thinking 'bout tomorrow
Thinking 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world
Thinking 'bout tomorrow
Thinking 'bout tomorrow

I am smelling like the rose
That somebody gave me on
My birthday deathbed
I am smelling like the rose
That somebody gave me
Cause I'm dead and bloated

I run through the world
Thinking 'bout tomorrow
Thinking 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world
Thinking 'bout tomorrow
Thinking 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world
Thinking 'bout tomorrow
Thinking 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world
Thinking 'bout tomorrow
Thinking 'bout tomorrow

I am smelling like the rose
That somebody gave me on
My birthday deathbed
I am smelling like the rose
That somebody gave me
Somebody gave me
Somebody gave me
On my birthday deathbed

hecho

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