Аудио-запись: Genoa - "My Despair". |
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Intro: and Im dying and Im trying to be cool but youre denying me so baby could you tell me what to do and Im shaking and Im aching and my heart is really breaking cant you see that Ill do anything for you) I cant see I cant hear When you are Getting so high with me I cant be I cant breath When you are Running away from me No I dont wanna be protected Cause Im already infected The virus goes through my body And you know its the worth one Heeeeey, Im sure you like this game But Heeeey, before its not too late Just let me tell you that I cant see I cant hear When you are Getting so high with me I cant feel I cant breath When you are Running away from me Yeah Ive been trying to forget you And Im sorry Ive let you Pretend that youre the only reason For me to hang another season Heeeeey, It doesnt matter what you say Cause Heeeeey, cause Ill just always feel that way Wait, wait cause I cant see I cant hear When you are Getting so high with me I cant feel I cant breath When you are Running away from me RUUUUUUUUUN! I cant see I cant hear When you are Getting so high with me I cant feel I cant breath When you are Running away from me and Im dying and Im trying to be cool but youre denying me so baby could you tell me what to do and Im shaking and Im aching and my heart is really breaking cant you see that Ill do anything for you I cant feel I cant breath When you are Running away from me RUUUUUUUUUUUUUN! |
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Аудио-запись: Nirvana - "Lake Of Fire". |
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Мертвый_Ангел_в_законе
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Where do bad folks go when they die? They don't go to heaven where the angels fly They go to the lake of fire and fry Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July I knew a lady who came from Duluth She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth She went to her grave just a little too soon And she flew away howling on the yellow moon Where do bad folks go when they die? They don't go to heaven where the angels fly They go down to the lake of fire and fry Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July Now the people cry and the people moan And they look for a dry place to call their home And try to find some place to rest their bones While the angels and the devils try to make them their own Where do bad folks go when they die? They don't go to heaven where the angels fly They go down to the lake of fire and fry Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July |
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