The Escort - #740 | Текст песни

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• The Escort
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The wind blows cool across my face
I can the smell the taste a trace of lace
There's something sinister in place
It leaves me restless with no peace

So it's a perfect day to fade away
It's a perfect day to turn away and run
It's a perfect day to go and tie one off
It's a perfect day to waste away

A perfect plot to play
Just another perfect day
But before you know it's gone

My mind slips further from what's real
Take my hands away from the steering wheel
I'm crashing coming down in waves
I wipe the sweat from upon my face

And it's a perfect day to leave this place
It's a perfect day to hide in my own home
It's a perfect day and it's taking its toll
It's a perfect day to waste away

Your perfect part to play
Just another perfect day
But before you know it's gone

It's a perfect day to hide down in my home
It's a perfect day and it's taking its toll

It's a perfect day to waste away
Your perfect part to play
Just another perfect day
But before you know it's gone

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