Dronen - Seven | Текст песни

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It’s been three weeks since my last confession
(You’ll wish you’d listened to me)
I’ve been making friends in higher places
(Preparation is key)
I’m planning this trip to cure my illness
(So open heaven to me)
I’ve opened up to the number seven
Seven

I’m sorry doesn’t fix a thing
We’re calling in the soul machine

In heaven I will gain your favor
I’d be everything that you need
No other could begin to claim you
They’d all remind you of me
And I hope
And I pray that you will miss me more every day
Yeah I hope that you regret this forever

I’m sorry doesn’t fix a thing
We’re calling in the soul machine
I’m sorry, but how did you not notice my endeavors?
I’m sorry doesn’t fix a thing
Well I guess I had it all wrong then
I should have known

I’m sorry doesn’t fix a thing
I’m sorry, live it up for me
I’m sorry doesn’t fix a thing
Well I guess I had it all wrong then
I should have known

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