Gypsy Death Star - Throwing Hail Marys | Текст песни

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Hello, the hell with what you’re told,
if you’re strung out
we’ll spin you gold,
I’ll rip the needle from your arm
and sew up the tracks
so you can’t go back,
get back I’ll watch you,
get back I’ll wash you,
I’ll drag both of your feet through every damn ocean,
until it is for certain that you are born again, an I’ll run this one for you.
I’ll try my best is never a promise,
I’ll be throwing hail marys till
I’m dead and buried
if heaven gets hot
then we’ll stick together,
moths to the flame,
two birds of a feather,
two birds.
And I’ll run this one for you,
I’ll take all of the chances
I’ll sort through the madness,
I’ll shoot at the moon till it’s light finds you.

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