Cameron Boucher - Roses, Violets, Hell | Текст песни

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• Cameron Boucher
• Roses, Violets, Hell

the trouble with my house is that there's no escaping my head,
i tried to rid my mind with alcohol and cigarettes,
in the end I'm left with the reality of could have been.

i could have been a doctor or a policeman or a priest,
if i wasn't so caught up in my own hell on the east coast

so i'm ripping out my teeth, you won't ever have to hear me speak again

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