(вже) Queen Kwong ft. Wes Borland - The Strange Fruit | Текст песни

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• (вже) Queen Kwong ft. Wes Borland
• The Strange Fruit

THE STRANGE FRUIT

the sentiment is still intact

a golden cat, a photograph

to be full, full of spite

need to close my eyes to black the light

the images crawl up my spine

you left them there, tattooed in time

wrinkled up, thrown out for good

another note, I wish you would

tear apart like my skin

we were as free as we could be

nothing can take that from me

a heavy weight from NYC, a hotel room we couldn’t leave

all the ghosts drawn on the wall

onto my arms, the words were scrawled

a secret pulse between you and me

the strangest fruit that killed the tree

eyes that grow in the night

dilate when the pace is right

for you to shiver off that god damn cancer cough

we were as free as we could be

not even you can take that from me

we were as free as we could be

but too much aint enough for me

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