Текст, перевод и аккорды “My Breathing”
- Assassination of the voice of God I don't know if I can do it I've found the problem and the problem's you I'm here to pick up the pieces. You won't remember me but I do you I told you that I would come back Everything will be decided here They can read it in the papers. Your breathing haunts me My breathing? The sleeproom still waits for me. Join the army you can see the world I remember this one patrol Been liberating river towns And we picked up the sex skin crawl. We would sing the new leader's song Everyone invented stories The connection was a fragile thing Far too many distractions. I've been listening to the new 'DJ' What's all this 'original' con? We all live in the same museum We all rearrange the same old song. Assassination by the radio I don't know if they can do it I've found the problem and the problem's 'One' I'm here to pick up the pieces.
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