Pacific Skyline - The Worst Thing About Calling it Quits | Текст песни

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A bullet to the head,
she's frantically breathing.
We need bandages!

Doctor, doctor!
There's blood on the walls!
If only he knew what happened that night. Oh!
Well, I think it was murder! Murder!

No place for dreamers in my world!
You left me in this place on my own.
The worst is yet to come.
Your life is about to end!

It's kinda hard to talk with a gun in your mouth,
you look frightened, pull the trigger back. Oh!

The worst is yet to come,
your life is coming undone.
From up here we see ten feet tall,
we watch like statues as they crumble.

And on the sea, Gods please!
This time we're sinking down.
Your life has broken me,
your life has broken me!

No place for dreamers in my world,
you left me in this place on my own.
The worst is yet to come.
No place for dreamers in my world!
You left me in this place on my own!
The worst is yet to come!

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