Brent Walsh - Vitamin Smoke | Текст песни

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• Vitamin Smoke

Don't let your nose be exposed to the vitamin smoke, 'cause the scent is too sweet and your lips need a stoge to sip while you induce your head trip. And don't let your ears comprehend all the voices you hear, 'cause the more you let in, the more fear will begin to sink and make its way up your spine. I feel it all the time...

Don't let your eyes show through to the heart that's on your sleeve. Don't let your lungs hold hostage the air you try to breathe. Don't let your mind cold-shoulder the gut that holds your instincts. 'Cause one day, it's known, your body's prone to break.

Your body's a machine, your body's made to die. Your body's a machine, your body bides its time. Your legs they are the frame for the dirty thoughts that run my mind. Your fingers are the curse for shivers down my spine.

Don't let your eyes show through to the heart that's on your sleeve. Don't let your lungs hold hostage the air you try to breathe. Don't let your mind cold-shoulder the gut that holds your instincts. 'Cause one day, it's known, your body's prone to break. Your body's prone to break...

Well if rain is what you love, then why do you wish for the Summer? Be weary of the hearts for which you'll break. And if cleanliness you preach, well all you'll get is dirty water. The more arrogant your dreams, the more innocent you seem...So let this wine that hits our lips transcend itself to swaying hips. Your body's a machine meant for wandering eyes. And when dancing's lost its fun, we'll find another town to run. Just 'cause we're young and we've got the time.

But notice I never had anything to say. Notice I never had anything to say. Oh, I'd lend my advice, but you'd just roll the dice and so all that's left is the game for which you play.

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