The Fifties - Cologne | Текст песни

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• The Fifties
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I'm sick of lying to everyone plus me.
I don't feel fine, yet I do.
I'll run to any arms, to lay, to smile.
I can't make her do what I think I need.
What that is I won't know even if I find it.
I ask too much without a spoken word still there's nothing out there that I deserve. Not cherished but caught inside of a glare.

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