Christopher Walking - Chris Finebeard | Текст песни

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• Christopher Walking
• Chris Finebeard

I thought I could see you in the morning.
But I guess that I was wrong.
I wanna wake up to the smell of sex and coffee.
With scratches on my back.

Oh, how I crave the attention. The constant thrill of perfection. It won't last, it never lasts, but I won't stop until it does.

AND THERE'S A CAT, HUNG UP ON MY WALL.

I never thought that I'd ever see you, I never thought I'd see your face again. I never thought that I'd ever see you, I never thought you'd show your face again.

And the hardest part about living this way, is the drive it takes to see you every day.

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