Sticky Fingers - Rum rage | Текст песни

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• Sticky Fingers
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It takes a beaten up animal to put em away
Rushing me around and sending me astray
Don't you lie to me, yes we finally
Got a handle on the doors we open and shut

Packing up my suitcase, cause I'm going far away
I'm going to a place where the credit cards
Don't decline on me, yes we finally
Got a handle on the doors we open and shut

[Chorus]
She took her time
Took my mind
But forget mine
Me in my frame of mind
We took our time
But she took mine

[Verse 2]
We're remotely secluded in this far away place
Heading to a land where everything is okay
Don't think suddenly that you and me
Got a handle on the doors we open and shut

Can you take a little time ego balance your ways
Cause everything we do and put it on display
Maybe you and me are a little the same
So what do you think of what we've made?

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