Joan Jett and The Gits - Bob (Cousin O.) | Текст песни

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Bob (Cousin 0.)
(A. Kessler/M. Zapata/M. Dresdner/S. Moriarty)

Awaken in a state, not my own
The only thing that's real is that amongst these walls
I whisper to a fear that sleeps in my soul
Waiting on my conscience but I think I know

It hurt me to be angry kills me to be kind
But my own torment is my own disguise
Waiting on a favor only goes to show
There's not much in them for you to hold

Awaken to the sudden fact that I've simply wasted chances
But I'm not yet to die
Waiting for my temperament to calm
Maybe they can't hear the cracks behind these eyes

It hurt me to be angry kills me to be kind
But my only torment is my own disguise
Waiting for the favors they only go to show
There's not much in them for you to hold

It starts to become something you can't touch
But you can feel
There's something else surrounding me
It's not easy to see

Awaken to the only chance I've got, I hide behind these walls
I look through the cracks I see the same mistakes
That I once made, well all that I can tell you is there is a price to pay

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