The Venetia Fair - (III) Go On, Paint Me A Picture | Текст песни

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• (III) Go On, Paint Me A Picture

Leave it up to me...
Before you sweat out the truth
And your shirt reeks of infidelity
You were gone long enough to miss the scabs
But you watched as the scars formed
And you stayed as they faded away
And you promised me, honestly
Things would be different this time
That's why I'm singin'

Darlin' won't you lie to me tonight on the way home.
Can't you just tell me all of those things that I want to hear.
Whoa
'Cause I keep on tryin', tryin', tryin' not to ask
Every question in my sickened head but it's hard
And oh darlin', won't you take me home and use me up,
Let me drive myself home?

If this wasn't a game before well
We're playin' one now!
And I'm losing it, but what did you expect
When you said that you broke all the rules?
Tell me how did it feel?
Go on, paint me a picture, and I'll hang it
Over holes punched in these walls!

Darlin' won't you lie to me tonight on the way home.
Can't you just tell me all of those things that I want to hear.
Whoa
'Cause I keep on tryin', tryin', tryin' not to ask
Every question in my sickened head but it's hard
And oh darlin', won't you take me home and use me up,
Let me drive myself home?

What did you do, baby, what did he take from you?
What does your silence mean? Does it mean that he...

Won't you lie to me tonight on the way home.
Can't you just tell me all of those things that I want to hear.
Whoa
Won't you lie to me tonight on the way home.
Can't you just tell me all of those things that I want to hear.
Whoa
'Cause I keep on tryin', tryin', tryin' not to ask
Every question in my sickened head but it's hard
And oh darlin', won't you take me home and use me up,
Let me drive myself home?

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