Breaking Benjamin - Skin | Текст песни

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• Breaking Benjamin
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Well I know, you don't know the reason
And it's cold, a sign of the season
'Cause you're old, and battered and beaten
And we'll grow, 'til we hit the ceiling
Yeah

We know we'd better, get away
Send a letter, bombs away
You're covered in my skin
I couldn't imagine anyone else
Come up for the weekend
I couldn't imagine why you would save yourself

Well it's gone, and it's not returning
And your clothes and pictures are burning
'Cause you're old, and battered and beaten
And we'll grow, 'til we hit the ceiling
Yeah

We know we'd better, get away
Send a letter, bombs away
You're covered in my skin
I couldn't imagine anyone else
Come up for the weekend
I couldn't imagine why you would save yourself
YEAH!!!

We know we'd better, get away
Send a letter, bombs away
You're covered in my skin
I couldn't imagine anyone else
Come up for the weekend
I couldn't imagine why you would save yourself