The Killers - Christmas in L.A. | Текст песни

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• The Killers
• Christmas in L.A.

Sitting here on the bed,
Trying to clear my head,
But Brooke you just won't budge,
So I look back instead,
Why'd you go away?
Useless when I say,
Hey,
Baby I'll be the best
'Cause I'm a jealous mess,
So wash your hands from all this dirt,
And take my words for what they're worth,
Baby I'll be the best,
But you stand to protest,
And my stomach has been so abused,
Your confusions got me so confused,
But everything will be alright
If I get trashed tonight.

Sitting here on the bed,
Trying to clear my head,
But Brooke you just won't budge,
So I look back instead,
Why'd you go away?
Useless when I say,
Hey,
Baby I'll be the best
'Cos I'm a jealous mess,
And my stomach has been so abused,
Your confusions got me so confused,
But everything will be alright
If I get trashed tonight.

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