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  • Текст песни Музыка для Игр - Track 5

    Исполнитель: Музыка для Игр
    Название песни: Track 5
    Дата добавления: 29.05.2016 | 17:35:35
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    Last call for regrets and defeat
    To finish the bottle full of empty dreams
    Punch-drunk headed straight out of line
    Another excuse with no alibi
    Hitching on the road of decline
    With the no-name streets and no vital signs
    I pissed away the best of me and
    No one can help me

    I'm misery's best friend dead beat on a dead end
    A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
    The self-elect resident reject
    A bad habit don't forget that you better
    Count your last blessings
    I fell off the wagon I'm chasing six feet
    and now I'm running out of time

    My hands are tied and nailed to the cross
    I'm looking for all the composure I lost
    I'm petulant with a bad attitude
    A poster child vision of wasted youth
    I dodged the book and found the key
    I can't stay the same for dignity
    I pissed away the best of me and
    No one can help me

    I'm misery's best friend dead beat on a dead end
    A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
    The self-elect resident reject
    A bad habit don't forget that you better
    Count your last blessings
    I fell off the wagon I'm chasing six feet
    and now I'm running out of time

    Now I'm my own enemy
    I don't hear you now
    Perfect Tragedy
    God bless us denial

    I'm my own enemy
    I don't hear you now
    Perfect Tragedy
    God bless us denial

    I'm misery's best friend dead beat on a dead end
    A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
    The self-elect resident reject
    A bad habit don't forget that you better
    Count your last blessings
    I fell off the wagon I'm chasing six feet
    and now I'm running out of...

    I'm misery's best friend dead beat on a dead end
    A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
    The self-elect resident reject
    A bad habit don't forget that you better
    Count your last blessings
    I fell off the wagon I'm chasing six feet
    and now I'm running out of time

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