Текст, перевод и аккорды “Miseryland”
- I learned to fly So you You ran to find the gun To shoot me down Before I got too high 'Cause you could not stand To stand alone in the long line For your wild ride - it requires Two lost souls per seat At least five foot five Chorus: --And I don't wanna' go for a ride Down to Miseryland Trapped with you By my side Down in Miseryland Up in the air you wave Two tickets for my utter amusement You possess an express pass to unhappiness that makes you feel alive? And I don't have a place any more Down in Miseryland Trapped with you forever more Is not what I have planned So take a seat By yourself And wait to fall a hundred stories Better hold on tight Hands in--side the ride And don't for get to breathe -And I don't wanna' go for a ride Down to Miseryland Trapped with you By my side Down in misery have a place any more Down in misery Down in Miseryland I learned to fly But you are still shooting the sky Still shooting
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