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    Jerry's The Name, Sociology's My Game

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    Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man

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    Everything you do
    Will make you separate
    From the lovers that you choose
    Now your dreams are too confusing
    I can't remember what I'm loosing
    Cause everything you do
    Will make you more like
    All the drugs that you abuse
    And now its easy to forget, huh?
    Every reason to forget her, oh
    Forget the phone
    The smirking tigers ate their own
    Now you know who sleeps alone
    (And if I were you)
    I would keep the truth
    For them and you
    She called me on the phone
    And all I heard was the bang, bang, bang!
    The radio hit the floor
    And I could tell that she wanted more
    I'll let you use your mouth
    To show me what love's all about
    My tongue against your thighs tonight
    Match maker, math maker
    Make me a match
    Conceived through a window
    Discovered in math
    Inhale all the colors
    And cough out a map
    These demons aren't stopping
    This brilliant blood bath
    Behind eyes
    Watch the sun set, watch the sun set
    It's saying things that you'll never forget
    Watch the sun set, watch the sun set
    It's saying things that you'll never forget
    I could have said
    All the things that make us sad
    But never again
    I think our mouths are just too fast
    Through that porcelain crack
    I can see she just wants nothing to fall
    But it's all gonna fall
    I swear to God, if it weren't for the fall...
    We just wouldn't fall
    Let's stand tall
    And fall
    Watch the sun set, watch the sun set
    I bet you guessed I'm the best to forget
    Well, I'm feeling fine
    Between your legs
    Just let me sleep here
    For a few more days
    Watch my tongue move, and give me credit
    I've cheated language, don't you dare forget it
    With no one out here, this town begins to feel so small
    Swans and opaque colors, these towns seem to me so dull
    Her face in scotch tape and covered in gauze
    I swear to God, if it weren't for the Fall these leaves would seem so fucking far
    I'm a little boy
    Just a little kid
    But I'm my own damn man
    With my own damn plans
    I'm glad you left me.
    Goddamn.
    Match maker, match maker
    Spark up a match
    Covered in color
    Dissected in math
    In flies an angel
    Who's back from the past
    The deadness of winter
    Distilled in a glass
    Behind eyes

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