Bow-Tie - I | Текст песни

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I gotta have some will to leave my sorrow alone,
I gotta give my woman best days spending with me,
I gotta bite my tongue and swallow mangy donkey’s moan,
Or I should have burst my life and cowardly flee.

I feel million needles kissing my worn-out heels,
I feel sultry sun overthrowing on me bucket of shit,
I feel all my life pressing me with candent wheels,
My ears’ beating now like devil’s impressive drumkit.

Forgive me for being like stinky fucking gloomy dumb,
For my angry passion that always falls on you,
I hope gorgeous tree will grow on my sloopy tomb,
And give to my nearest something really great and new.

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