BONE BATS - Weed Jeans (Jazz Cords) | Текст песни

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There are no sheets on my bed so I guess I'm sleeping here tonight.
The subway doesn't run this late.
At least I can sleep on your couch and maybe we can get high,
I feel like I'm in the right place.

I watch him dump out the ash and rub it into his pant leg,
I wonder when he started doing that.
I see myself in a year and I got a vision I can't shake:
My grey denim streaked with black.

It sneaks up.
I feel numb.
No feeling.
Am I dead?

No, (or at least I hope so).

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