Billy Corgan - Tilt | Текст песни

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• Billy Corgan
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Tomorrow done, the morning still
Climb up on my window sill
To sleep, uncover me alone
Pulling closer, close to you

Tired tired, wired still
Butterflies fill up my will
And mind, I can't grasp the end
Drawing closer, close to you

I will be there this time
I will be there this time 'round
I will be there
This time 'round
I will be there

Tomorrow torn, the morning wilts
Climb up on my windowsill
To seek melodies I loved
Late one summer close to you

I will be there this time
I will be there this time 'round
I will be there to hold
This time 'round
I will be there

Don't let me be your best friend
Don't let me breathe your suspense, no
Far from the cross of your defense
I am the rose I railed against

I will be there this time
I will be there this time 'round
I will be there this time
I will be there

I will be there
Tomorrow is a long time
I will be there
Way too far to care
I will be there
To wonder how you ache
I will be there
To wonder where you sleep, no

Don't let me be your best chance
Don't let me be your suspense, no

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