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Utwór: No Sale

  • wykonawca: Suicide Machines
  • album: The Suicide Machines
  • wyświetleń: 1017

The wind was chill as we sat on the steps,
  I could see the vapour form from your breath,
  Well, your lips were red and your skin so pale,
  But your cash register read no sale, well
    The moon was set against deep blue sky
  A stone cold, stark white, sliver of light
  The stillness of the air and the fading twilight
  If I died here tonight you know it really wouldn't matter at all
    We've known each other since the first grade,
  When I pushed you down and white-washed your face,
  Well, we were playing the king of the hill, yeah
  We'd start an avalanche and see who fell, well
    There I was standing on that hill when
  The other kids came in for the kill,
  Then something hit my head, I was rendered unconscious
  If I died on that hill, to you, it really wouldn't matter
    Some people say that I just don't get it, in fact you said it yourself
  I've heard some say that I can't take a hint
  And others say that I should seek help, yeah well
    You left a trail of footprints in the sand as
  You started running as fast as you can, well
  I'll never know why I make you wanna vomit or
  When I call you up you tell me to stop it, well
    The moon was set against deep blue sky
  A stone cold, stark white, sliver of light
  The stillness of the air and the fading twilight
  If I died here tonight you know it really wouldn't matter at all
  If I died here tonight you know it really wouldn't matter at all, matter at all

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