BlackStraw - 01 - Cure [The Deep Green Sea Of Digital Love, 2014] | Текст песни

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• 01 - Cure [The Deep Green Sea Of Digital Love, 2014]

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Fading away
Calling the sun
Need something special
In your head

Making no matters
Filling my gun
Need something special
In your hands

Sorting my T-shirts
Chewing my gum
Making appointments
For fun

Living in rubbish
So call the police
Taste of the mint
In every breath

Swimming naked in lake of tears
Find the cure for every fear

Waking up in a trap of your legs
And Laying apart in steel cage of crack
Can we go together indeed?
That's my special need

Coming home
Lose the sun
Don't need anything
In your mouth

Make every matter
Breaking my gun
Don't need anything
In your mouth

Tearing my T-shirts
Spit out my gun
Lose all appointments
For now

Living in wealth
Don't call the cops
Taste of the rubbish
In every mouth

Swimming naked in lake of tears
Find the cure for every fear

Waking up in a trap of your legs
And Laying apart in steel cage of crack
Can we go together indeed?
That's my special need