Tell me, if I were to smile now
In the dead of the dark, would it even exist
Or is it hard to tell
You treat me like a cheap motel sometimes
But nevertheless, I was prepared to die
For that thing in your chest
Fuck your money
I fantasize about those nights
You held me down and sewed your lips to mine
Now I miss that pain sometimes
In this so-called life
There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes
We emptied our wrists on the dotted line
Now I stay on my side of the city
A refugee, no MTV
Oh well, thank God for THC
Now I
Yeah I miss that pain sometimes
In this so-called life
There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes
Beje, jei graužiatės, kad negalėjot būti, tai nesigraužkit. Jei gerai išgirdau, Nick'as kažką leptelėjo apie turus 2027. Manau, jie tikrai ketina čia dar sugrįžti visai neužilgo ir dar bus šansų juos pamatyti
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