ИЯМАХА - Импрессионизм белого пригорода | Текст песни

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You might keep me alive
But I could let you down anytime that I like
shoot down your absolute form in the primitive
I can't see the point in the sense you were born with

Everybody's someone else's freak,
Every cure is someone else's disease [2x]

Break my neck or my fall
and burn all the bridges and breach every wall
The sweetest of touches, the violent caress
The time of your life for the marks that you left on me

Everybody's someone else's freak,
Every cure is someone else's disease,
White Suburb Impressionism [2x]

Never argue with these idiots
They drag you down to their level and beat you with ignorance
Am I through? I haven't even started
I can't see the point in the sense you were born with

Everybody's someone else's freak,
Every cure is someone else's disease,
White Suburb Impressionism [2x]

Call me when the whole regression's complete
I'll take you on a piece at a time [3x]
And I'll take you on.

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