In.Stora - If Your Brains Were A Dynamite It Wouldn't Enought To Blow Your Hat | Текст песни

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i lay here watching you. it's sort of funny to be witness. it feels like suicide. let's pretend images lie. sorry i won't send you my love letters anymore, no romance and no weapons of propaganda. you're dead to me. this is our confession. we are victims of ourselves. this might be a pleasent day if only
we could see if it's true. who got revolver? yes i'm anti social and i hate you very much. i listen to rock'n'roll and my name is charlie. i am your son, your own sweet manson. and seriously.. you created me. call for some help to eradicate all your mistakes. hey mud. pray god reflection's wrong. pray god the mirror's broken and streets are forsaken. i lay here watching you. it's sort of funny to be witness. let's pretent images lie. let's pretend we're still alive. this might be a pleasent day if only we could see if it's true. so every night just before going to bed make sure there's no "made in china" label under your skin. your fuckin skin.


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