NARCS - High Commissioner | Текст песни

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Everybody wants to own you
So fear the life you run
Round and round my aching head
Where web and wheels are spun.

I really don't like you
I really don't like you
I really don't like you

Never before has the world seemed so very cruel
To a gifted girl, it hurts to see it stop revolving round you
And you're miles away, miles away, miles away from home
How will you cope alone?

Two weeks with nothing left to spend
The world will surely end
Head grinding like a chainsaw
On the drugs your Daddy paid for,
Drugs that Daddy paid for.

I could stop and buy you flowers
I could stop and buy you flowers

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