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Morning Paper Dirt

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 26.10.2012

You smashed her right between her blue eyes
You didn't think ahead, yeah that's what he said
Then everyone of us just turned our backs to him and said
That was not a nice thing to do
I can't believe he was so cruel

But you love brothers
No matter what they say
Yeah, you love your brothers
No matter what kind of games you play

And it's gonna rain that's what they say
And we're just gonna cover our heads
And we ain't coming out until we're dead
Oh no
And it's gonna drown all of our sins
But we don't wanna loose what we got
No we don't wanna loose what we own
Oh no

This stinking alley's full of old cats and dogs
They got no money and they got no home
Oh, I was once one of them but now I'm on my own
And it feels so good to be an outlaw in your perfect world

'Cause you love your brothers
No matter that's what they say
Yeah you love your brothers
No matter what kind of games you play

It's gonna rain what they say
And we're just gonna cover our heads and we
And we ain't coming out until we're dead
Oh no
It's gonna drown all of our sins
But we don't wanna loose what we got
No we don't wanna loose what we own
Oh no

And it's gonna rain and that's for sure
And it's gonna rain and that's for sure
And it's gonna rain and that's for sure
Oh no
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