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Little Time Bomb

 

Little Time Bomb

(álbum: Tits 'n Ass - 2012)


My little time bomb
Sit on a quarter to pray
Each time you walk away
You leave a heartache, wasted energy
Ever midnight by the light of the day
Yea, uuh yea
Pack your suitcase for nothing
Have a nice life, I sit and pray
For a blue train, for a fast train
Take you far far away from here

Rolling, rolling
Going somewhere
Rolling, rolling
Going nowhere

You left a knock off, you left a diary
Blue jeans wet in the washing machine
Kitchen sink full of garbage
Static on the TV
Better put some distance Google
As much as possible
Distance, as far as I can see

Rolling, rolling
Going somewhere
Rolling, rolling
Going nowhere

Time move over liar
You exceed nothing yet
Every time you get a dorser
Hold as a knife and catch your breath

I realize
There's a fire inside
When the morning comes
Won't take long
Won't take long
When you lost a key
And you fail to see
That the fire's gone
For so long, so long

My little time bomb
Sit on a quarter to pray
Each time you go astray
One more heartache, wasted energy
In the end of another masquerade

I realize
There's a fire inside
When the morning comes
Won't take long
Won't take long
When you lost a key
And you fail to see
That the fire's gone
For so long, so long

My little time bomb
Sit on a quarter to pray
Each time you go astray
One more heartache, wasted energy
In the end of another masquerade
And you fail to see
That the fire's gone
For so long, so long

Rolling, rolling
Going somewhere
Rolling, rolling
Going nowhere

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