Mod Flanders Conspiracy - My Seventh-Grade Bus Driver Yells At Dead Trees | Текст песни

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As I look up at the sky
She blocks my view of this
When I get smacked down and I fall head first on the floors of your shrine
I don't know which way to get up again

And I will follow her, I will follow her
And I will follow her, I will follow her

Stretched out dead on this bed of nails
Hanging still by this worn out noose
Slightly tightening the grip around
your neck your neck
Your blood on my hands is all
I have left Have left

Never had dreams of my own
Sex has stenched all I know
When I get smacked down
And I fall head first on the floors of your shrine
Don't know which way to get up again

And I will follow her, I will follow her
And I will follow her, I will follow her
And I will follow her, I WILL FOLLOW HER
And I will follow her, I WILL FOLLOW HER

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Torn away from all thats real,
Torn away from what I feel,
All alone hiding from others

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Stretched out dead on this bed of nails
Hanging still by this worn out noose Slightly tightening the grip around
your neck your neck
Your blood on my hands are all
I have left Have left


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