The Gay Blades - Shake The Graves | Текст песни

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well dont say good night
cause its not your right
to take this away from me
when i'm afraid you'll leave
one night

and pretty girls
can shake the graves
of sad boys past
and they'll twist and moan in hopes
of sending those sad boys home
all alone

well please
dont speak it of me
to your family
when im gone
I like them to think of me
as a martyred me
and sing the eulogy

and pretty girls
can shake the graves
of sad boys past
and they'll twist and moan in hopes
of sending those sad boys home
all alone

you could have said something
if you figured it out
you could have kept your mouth closed
but nobody knows how