Tara King Th - Ex | Текст песни

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• Tara King Th
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Sitting in the cold, like a bottle in the sea, I grow stiff
Kicking a faded rose
Words couple in my head, and give birth
To sickening fragrances

Children cross the street
The stinckbomb rushes on me
I’m old, I’m cold
Scarcely feel alive
Everyone talks so loud
If I was so bold
I would shout abuse
At everybody’s round

Broken away from everyday’s hurry, I soften
Roaming around the street
Sleeplessnesses couple in my body, to create
A deformed sensitiveness

Children cross the street
The stinkbomb rushes on me
I’m old, I’m cold
Scarcely feel alive
If I was so bold
I would shout abuse
At everybody’s round.