The Death Letters - Schizophrenic | Текст песни

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All these thoughts go round and round
And suddenly they make a sound
These things mean that you’re down
Thinking of this makes me frown

The boldness of this loves is painful
All the people don’t like you’re soul
You give your heart to those you’ll despise
I’ll tell you something, that ain’t wise

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