A Haunted Sawmill - Epitaph | Текст песни

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I opened the door and there you were
Lying on the floor before me
A face of pain and tangled hair
She don’t care, he don’t care
I write some poetry and put it by her side
Makes it look like suicide
I hold her tight and kiss her skin
This is love
I talked to Jesus he held my hand
He took me to the Promised Land
Wild horses and howling dogs
Conjured up in burning logs
I cut my hands and left them to bleed
Lit a cigarette and smoked it
This is my last breath this is my death
Just the way I want it
Our last meal the photo we had
Walls around me come crashing down
See me now kiss me now
How you understood me I don’t know how
Spitting blood a lonely grave
Face of pain what a terrible waste
Epitaph of disgrace
But life goes on in the human race
I opened the door and there you were
Lying on the floor before me
A face of pain and tangled hair
She don’t care, he don’t care
I write some poetry and put it by her side
Makes it look like suicide
I hold her tight and kiss her skin
This is love.

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