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Dmitry MetalLord
Лирика : Every Time I Die : Gutter Phenomenon : L'astronaut
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L'astronaut
Gutter Phenomenon (2005)
Every Time I Die
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8 февраля 10, 21:58
Drifting on rescue, parade through the town square.
Waving to the families of victims of the flood.
Straddling the front door of a catholic orphanage.
I decorated it myself.
Thank you, youre too much.
Honestly, it was nothing.
We should all just thank god Im alive.
Dont shout I get a little confused sometimes.
I cant make out a word youre saying.
Ive got a 21 gun salute playing over and over and over in my head.
Cant it wait.
Im on call to be somewhere.
Somewhere Im not.
In case the cleaning lady has found my head.
Forgive my delay lieutenant, Im the man the whole country requires.
Take your gun out of my mouth.
You are ruining my appetite.
Get your bear trap off of my neck.
Im already running late.
Youre distress is confounding the tightrope walker.
Just so were clear, youre saying were all lost.
Maybe Im wrong but werent we just dancing.
Oh, the way that we moved had every marauder curious.
Sniffing at the trash in our shoes.
Sharpening knives on the grindstone watch gears.
I dont miss that much about anything you said.
After all, weve never met.
Ill get it right, and stick my tongue down the throat of the moon.
Waving to the families of victims of the flood.
Straddling the front door of a catholic orphanage.
I decorated it myself.
Thank you, youre too much.
Honestly, it was nothing.
We should all just thank god Im alive.
Dont shout I get a little confused sometimes.
I cant make out a word youre saying.
Ive got a 21 gun salute playing over and over and over in my head.
Cant it wait.
Im on call to be somewhere.
Somewhere Im not.
In case the cleaning lady has found my head.
Forgive my delay lieutenant, Im the man the whole country requires.
Take your gun out of my mouth.
You are ruining my appetite.
Get your bear trap off of my neck.
Im already running late.
Youre distress is confounding the tightrope walker.
Just so were clear, youre saying were all lost.
Maybe Im wrong but werent we just dancing.
Oh, the way that we moved had every marauder curious.
Sniffing at the trash in our shoes.
Sharpening knives on the grindstone watch gears.
I dont miss that much about anything you said.
After all, weve never met.
Ill get it right, and stick my tongue down the throat of the moon.
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