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Sanatçı: Austin Meade

albüm: Satan & St. Paul


Don't tell me that you love me
Once you see, I've got nothing left in turn
Except this empty bag of promises
Yeah, and second degree burns
On the tips of my fingers
Yeah, from touching certain fruits
That I never should have touched in the first place
Well the sky's raining fire
'Til I think I'll just go to bed
'Cause there's not much that you can do
When it pours down on your head, no
Except beg and pray for mercy
From this hell that you created
On the corner of Satan and St. Paul
Yes, and my cup it runneth over
And it runs down in my eyes, yeah
Maybe when I'm a little older, just a little older, baby
I won't tell myself so many lies
And it took me twenty years
Just to find myself a pen
Write down all these words
Just to scratch them out again, oh
I could use another twenty
Just to fix the last fifteen
But it never seems to work to my advantage
Oh, it never does
♪
Hey, yeah
And I'm walking here on rusted nails
Battered wings and broken sails
Told you that I'm leaving, baby
But I'm probably just telling lies
If I could only make it out
Yeah, over to Denver, Colorado
Yeah, I'd book it out of Satan and St. Paul

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