Текст песни: Senses Fail - Slow Song
Half smoked cigarettes and your the trash
that infests my sheets.
Can`t make a wife out of a whore
dont want your skin on me
And your addicted to the drug of lust
and detox is the cold sweat of shame
and i love your pain
I`d give you these roses now
but I`m left in the thorns.
I`d rather hurt someone than hurt myself.
I`ll dispose of you like a lighter out of fuel
I`ll lose you somewhere on a dusty shelf.
So this love`s been worn down
Like some song on tape
the sex has lost all of its fun
like gum loses taste
And your addicted to the drug of lust
and detox is the cold sweat of shame
and i love your pain
I`d give you these roses now
but I`m left in the thorns.
I`d rather hurt someone than hurt myself.
I`ll dispose of you like a lighter out of fuel
I`ll lose you somewhere on the shelf.
Im here lying in your bed babe
Remember what you said to me
"You can be my James dean,
I`ll be your sweet queen."
I said that you were my first
but you weren`t even close now
Like a friend in a movie
your just one, of many
Can you grant me one last wish?
Play russian roullette as we kiss.
I`ll be your cheap novelty,
blow your brains out of me
I`d give you these roses now
but I`m left in the thorns.
I`d rather hurt someone than hurt myself.
I`ll dispose of you like a lighter out of fuel
I`ll lose you somewhere on the shelf.
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Half smoked cigarettes and your the trash
that infests my sheets.
Can`t make a wife out of a whore
dont want your skin on me
And your addicted to the drug of lust
and detox is the cold sweat of shame
and i love your pain
I`d give you these roses now
but I`m left in the thorns.
I`d rather hurt someone than hurt myself.
I`ll dispose of you like a lighter out of fuel
I`ll lose you somewhere on a dusty shelf.
So this love`s been worn down
Like some song on tape
the sex has lost all of its fun
like gum loses taste
And your addicted to the drug of lust
and detox is the cold sweat of shame
and i love your pain
I`d give you these roses now
but I`m left in the thorns.
I`d rather hurt someone than hurt myself.
I`ll dispose of you like a lighter out of fuel
I`ll lose you somewhere on the shelf.
Im here lying in your bed babe
Remember what you said to me
"You can be my James dean,
I`ll be your sweet queen."
I said that you were my first
but you weren`t even close now
Like a friend in a movie
your just one, of many
Can you grant me one last wish?
Play russian roullette as we kiss.
I`ll be your cheap novelty,
blow your brains out of me
I`d give you these roses now
but I`m left in the thorns.
I`d rather hurt someone than hurt myself.
I`ll dispose of you like a lighter out of fuel
I`ll lose you somewhere on the shelf.
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