Текст, перевод и аккорды “Bulimic Beats”
- I thought wed escape I packed a fishing line and counted on it I thought wed escape I packed a fishing line and counted on it But dreaming is for moonrise Amd moonlight also ails those tired eyes I treat him like a lady I treat him as I would he unto me Give rose rose-seller a run for her money With silicone and poetry But its the end of me I thought it could change Id wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange I couldnt get there behind walls of sunday papers I thought it could change Id wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange But dreaming is for moonrise And moonlight ails these tired eyes I treat him like a lady I treat him as I would he unto me Give rose rose-seller a run for her money With silicone and poetry And its the end of me Here I am Here I am And here I stand Here in my kitchen where I familiar with every brand Here I am A front line with labels where I witness custards last stand Here I am
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