Squarehead - Ghosts Of Terror Noir | Текст песни

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Burning down the breeze
In an others luxury
And we'll never know
Until we go
So we might as well agree

Cause I've been dying on my own
And I can't do this all alone

Spector's in the hall
In the white walled hospital
And we'll never know
Until we go
So we might as well just call

Cause I've been dying on my own
And I can't do this all alone

Mom I've had enough
And I can't quite find a crush
And I don't remember quite how I got here
But you know I'll stay in touch

Writing on the wall
In the white walled hospital
And we'll never know
Until we go
So we might as well just call

Cause I've been dying on my own
And I can't do this all alone.

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