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  • Текст песни Bayside - Sick, Sick, Sick

    Исполнитель: Bayside
    Название песни: Sick, Sick, Sick
    Дата добавления: 04.06.2016 | 23:17:06
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    I curse to Hell the magistrate who granted this unholy thing
    But I know, I know I asked for this myself
    I'm bound by law to Hell and it's

    Sick, sick, sick
    Humans on their knees
    Living in a fairy tale is tearing at the seams
    A dank reject, devil in a dress
    Exactly what you seem

    [Sick, sick, sick] x2

    You made a mess of things
    My, what a mess you've made
    I hate the way you make me feel
    I hate the way you make me

    In our world, it's cold outside
    So, button up and open wide
    I hate the way you make me feel
    Sick, sick, sick

    If memory serves me correct
    I gave you all, you gave me less
    Your sexcapades deliver checks
    But can't afford you self-respect
    And it's

    Sick, sick, sick
    Humans on their knees
    Living in a fairy tale is tearing at the seams
    A dank reject, devil in a dress
    Exactly what you seem

    [Sick, sick, sick] x2

    You made a mess of things
    My, what a mess you've made
    I hate the way you make me feel
    I hate the way you make me

    In our world, it's cold outside
    So, button up and open wide
    I hate the way you make me feel
    Sick, sick, sick

    Maybe love is looking for someone to fill all holes
    We grow up building lies with holes in all our walls
    The walls can fall, but he who? to save the day
    And we pray it's not too late
    Spare roots can be dead away

    [Sick, sick, sick
    It's sick, sick, sick] x2

    You made a mess of things
    My, what a mess you've made
    I hate the way you make me feel
    I hate the way you make me

    In our world, it's cold outside
    So, button up and open wide
    I hate the way you make me feel
    Sick, sick, sick

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