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20 February
24
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Scepsis
13 years ago
I saw my ex again last night mama
She was at the dance at miller’s store
She was with that jackie white mama
I killed them both
And they’re buried under jacob’s sycamore
(Я всё пытаюсь понять о чём эта песня, напоминает очень фильм один, так же называется, как и она)
She was at the dance at miller’s store
She was with that jackie white mama
I killed them both
And they’re buried under jacob’s sycamore
(Я всё пытаюсь понять о чём эта песня, напоминает очень фильм один, так же называется, как и она)
Scepsis
13 years ago
Oh, don’t hand me johnny’s pup mama
As I might squeeze him too tight
I’m havin’ crazy dreams again mama
So let me tell you ’bout last night
I woke up in johnny’s room mama
Standing right there by his bed
With my hands around his throat mama
Wishing both of us were dead
(я не в курсе, не слушаю его)
As I might squeeze him too tight
I’m havin’ crazy dreams again mama
So let me tell you ’bout last night
I woke up in johnny’s room mama
Standing right there by his bed
With my hands around his throat mama
Wishing both of us were dead
(я не в курсе, не слушаю его)
Scepsis
13 years ago
Oh you recall that little girl mama
I believe her name was betty clark
Oh don’t tell me that she’s dead mama
’cause I just saw her in the park
We were sitting on a bench mama
Thinking of a game to play
Seems I was holding a wrench mama
Then my mind just walked away
I believe her name was betty clark
Oh don’t tell me that she’s dead mama
’cause I just saw her in the park
We were sitting on a bench mama
Thinking of a game to play
Seems I was holding a wrench mama
Then my mind just walked away
Scepsis
13 years ago
Coming up beyond belief
On this coronary thief
More than just a leitmotif
More chaotic, no relief
I'll describe the way I feel
Weeping wounds that never heal
Can the savior be for real
Or are you just my seventh seal?
On this coronary thief
More than just a leitmotif
More chaotic, no relief
I'll describe the way I feel
Weeping wounds that never heal
Can the savior be for real
Or are you just my seventh seal?
Scepsis
13 years ago
Gravity
No escaping gravity
Gravity
No escaping, not for free
I fall down
Hit the ground
Make a heavy sound
Every time you seem to come around
No escaping gravity
Gravity
No escaping, not for free
I fall down
Hit the ground
Make a heavy sound
Every time you seem to come around
Scepsis
13 years ago
No hesitation, no delay
You come on just like special K
Just like I swallowed half my stash
I never ever want to crash
No hesitation, no delay
You come on just like special K
Now you're back with dope demand
I'm on sinking sand
You come on just like special K
Just like I swallowed half my stash
I never ever want to crash
No hesitation, no delay
You come on just like special K
Now you're back with dope demand
I'm on sinking sand
Scepsis
13 years ago
No escaping gravity
No escaping gravity
No escaping gravity
No escaping gravity
Gravity, gravity, gravity, gravity
No escaping gravity
No escaping gravity
No escaping gravity
Gravity, gravity, gravity, gravity