Текст, перевод и аккорды “Out Of Focus”
- Dirty and low with the same pair of pants on Tables I dance on and benches at bed time Way passed the deadline and waiting for the world's end I just had a terrible argument with my girlfriend Something or other, I always seem to be in trouble Getting kind of hard to hear and maybe now I'm seeing double God almighty, give me strength and put the poison down tomorrow Tonight I'm gonna stay up late, see if I can drown in sorrow I go under the blouse and grope for the breast I call this one hope and hope for the rest I play fight rarely and barely touch the surface Anchors away, I'm out of focus on purpose I go under the blouse and grope for the breast I call this one hope and hope for the rest I play fight rarely and barely touch the surface Anchors away, I'm out of focus on purpose I'm lower than life, living like it's the last day Eyes gone out and hard like an ashtray Dog won't play with me, I'm smelly and unshaven Walking in circles and searching for a safe haven Time's running low but sitll I remain patient Practicing my lines hanging out at the train station Five hundred excuses and working on a dozen more Unemployed again, your parents hate me cause I'm poor I go under the blouse and grope for the breast I call this one hope and hope for the rest I play fight rarely and barely touch the surface Anchors away, I'm out of focus on purpose I go under the blouse and grope for the breast I call this one hope and hope for the rest I play fight rarely and barely touch the surface Anchors away, I'm out of focus on purpose I'm quick to throw the towel and too stubborn to apologize The future is bleak, and my memories are wallet-sized I'm out of ideas, it feels like I'm choking All of my mirrors and promises are broken I'm lousy and threadbare, too low to get down Almost out of gas but can't stand to sit down God almighty, wish me luck, let me go to sleep I'm trying to keep it all together, I've got a lot to keep from crying I go under the blouse and grope for the breast I call this one hope and hope for the rest I play fight rarely and barely touch the surface Anchors away, I'm out of focus on purpose I go under the blouse and grope for the breast I call this one hope and hope for the rest I play fight rarely and barely touch the surface Anchors away, I'm out of focus on purpose
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