Kid Cudi - Post Mortem Boredom | Текст песни

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There is an epidemic of mass murder being committed by a virtual army of unidentified assassins. (wait this mic) They appear to be in a kind of trance, others describe them as being...
(Yeah, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba)

The angels have no whiskey, na-a-a-a-a-a
Can't say I'm not disappointing, na-a-a-a-a-a
Yeah, I'm in the thick of it, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
I was sick of being sickened, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
The sun, the sun is beating, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Oh, oh, I'm sick
Oh I'm....
Post Mortem boredom settling in my skin
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na


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