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    Dance Gavin Dance

    Strawberry Andre

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    Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man

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    Dressed in time to sip the wine
    and cover your head
    Nice of you to stay a few
    and bleed on my bed
    People flake, they wake and bake
    Forget what you said
    Obviously, not possibly
    You didn't take your meds
    And here we go climb
    (I got a house with a pool and dog with a three car garage)
    And now come home for all these ways to ways to go
    (All the way down)
    Cut out the signs come inside
    where we lined up all these fashions
    I’ll take your wine, just take this side
    Into the light arms are wide only when you know
    I fear I can’t believe its you (Nice tie, meet me concubine)
    I fear I can’t believe its you (She’s not drunk its enthusiasm)
    I fear I can’t believe its you (Nice tie, meet me concubine)
    I fear (She’s not drunk its enthusiasm)
    I fear I can’t believe its you (Nice tie, meet me concubine)
    I fear I can’t believe its you (She’s not drunk its enthusiasm)
    I fear I can’t believe its you (Lipstick, wet painted faces)
    I fear (Of people with no regrets)
    Slit her throat on the frying pan
    You caught cold and forgot the plan
    Turn the dial on the oven…
    Until the skin has got that even tan
    Slit her throat on the frying pan
    You caught cold and forgot the plan
    Turn the dial on the oven man
    Until the skin has got that even tan
    Dressed in time to sip the wine
    and cover your head
    Nice of you to stay a few
    and bleed on my bed
    People flake, they wake and bake
    Forget what you said
    Obviously, not possibly
    You didn't take your meds
    I fear I can’t believe its you (Nice tie, meet me concubine)
    I fear I can’t believe its you (She’s not drunk its enthusiasm)
    I fear I can’t believe its you (Nice tie, meet me concubine)
    I fear (She’s not drunk its enthusiasm)
    I fear I can’t believe its you (Nice tie, meet me concubine)
    I fear I can’t believe its you (She’s not drunk its enthusiasm)
    I fear I can’t believe its you (Lipstick, wet painted faces)
    I fear (Of people with no regrets)
    Oh what?
    Come into the light, oh
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