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Colly Strings

 

Colly Strings

(альбом: I'm Like A Virgin Losing A Child - 2006)


Take a leaf of paper and draw your mind,
Your bourbon brown that can burn my eyes,
I lost your presence underneath the bridge

Unlock the door, let's talk it out,
Against the wall, hands on my mouth,
Could this be it, is it really over now?

You wore a pink t-shirt and khaki pants,
You played your songs and you danced your dance,
I unwrapped your presents underneath your feet

Nine to eleven you're getting weak,
The tile is cold, I can barely speak,
And I think she's gone, but I'll be sure for safety's keeping

If you say no, then no it will be,
I'll stick it out, skin pierced with colly strings,
Just play it cool yeah, and try to avoid being seen

I'll stick it out, skin pierced for nothing

Well yeah I saw inside the mirror and your smoking gun,
Unloading lead inside me, I was subscribing one by one,
And I fell so fast in Seth Ott's bedroom,

You said you saw it coming but you didn't see nothing,
Your eyes are on the living room your eyes are on the closet,
Don't worry about, don't worry about anything

A pity invitation to an awkward house,
For pseudo-boy who would rather wear a blouse,
I sincerely saw your skin for the very first time

My curly hair and a voting booth,
Confessingly, this is the first time I've loved you,
And God I mean it, God I mean it, I hope that I mean it

'Cause like dying young, idols got the best of me,
Well don't stop calling, you're the reason I love losing sleep,
And the building collapse, we'll shop one, we'll shop one for something

I'll stick it out, skin pierced for something

Besides, don't release me until it's over
And besides, you can't believe without bleeding
And besides, you can't believe without bleeding

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