Текст, перевод и аккорды “I Get Lonesome”
- Well there aint nobody left to impress And everyones kissing their own hands This 666 on the kitchen floor Aint no fire in the pan I get lonesome... So glad to be a slab Stiff as a stick on a board I get thoughts and dirty socks Piled in the corner I get lonesome... Getting fat on your own fear Bring that beer over here I stomp on the floor Just to make a sound I get lonesome...
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