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[Sweary intro, assume it's studio chatter?] 'You f###ing piece of sh*t, sometimes ... to have' We used to feel some of the sun No bullshit (not pushing?) that can drag us down We never felt like kissing dirt\death ? [No idea on this line] Chorus Feel as dead as .... The west scratches onto my skin Chains of sugar kept me there\dead ? .... or\all out of love Dead flowers in the rubbish bin With needles ,flesh and cola tins Debris shines through broken glass Torn reflections of burnt out trash Last edited by Glyn; 15-06-2020 at 12:57. |
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