Our Anatomy - Good Morning, Goodnight | Текст песни

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• Our Anatomy
• Good Morning, Goodnight

Baby it’s getting light out;
Might as well turn the lights out.
This whiskey is burning my mouth;
Put your cigarette out, and fall into my bed -
The morning traffic at our heads.

That bird’s song makes me feel so sick;
I can taste cocaine on your top lip;
I love you you’re not full of shit.
If I could get straight A’s I know I’d quit
Where music is money these bands are shit.
I’ve sold insurance but I cannot take this.
It’s too close to home today.
I’m staying home today. With you.

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