100 methods of death/100 методов смерти - Третья глава.Часть 1. | Текст песни

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Life's too short to even care at all oh
I'm losing my mind losing my mind losing control
These fishes in the sea they're staring at me oh oh
A wet world aches for a beat of a drum

If I could find a way to see this straight
I'd run away
To some fortune that I should have found by now
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down
Come down

Life's too short to even care at all oh
I'm coming up now coming up now out of the blue
These zombies in the park they're looking for my heart
A dark world aches for a splash of the sun oh oh

If I could find a way to see this straight
I'd run away
To some fortune I should have found by now

And so I run out to the things they said could restore me
Restore life the way it should be
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down

Life's too short to even care at all oh
I'm losing my mind losing my mind losing control

If I could find a way to see this straight
I'd run away
To some fortune that I should have found by now

And so I run out to the things they said could restore me
Restore life the way it should be
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down

One more spoon of cough syrup now oh
One more spoon of cough syrup now oh


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