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Kalmah lyrics
Kalmah lyrics
"Skin O' My Teeth (Megadeath Cover) Lyrics"
Garden Lyrics
The first god: had in his garden, from the back, looked like A household pet--but when it was twirled round was revealed to
I had wrists donning slits
Flowing constantly
My broken body in a wreck
Wrapped around a tree
A crosswalk hit and run
The finish line for me
People clutter in the gutter
Take a look and see
No escaping pain
We've Got Tonight Lyrics
I know it's late I know you're weary I know your plans don't include me Still here we are Both of us lonely
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You belong to meThe first god: had in his garden, from the back, looked like A household pet--but when it was twirled round was revealed to
I had wrists donning slits
Flowing constantly
My broken body in a wreck
Wrapped around a tree
A crosswalk hit and run
The finish line for me
People clutter in the gutter
Take a look and see
No escaping pain
We've Got Tonight Lyrics
I know it's late I know you're weary I know your plans don't include me Still here we are Both of us lonely
Clinging on to life
By the skin o' my teeth
My blood flows through the streets
Deluge from the wounds
Empty jars of sleeping pills
On the dresser in my room
My wet brain neighbor cranes
His neck to see
Who You Gonna Believe? Lyrics
I remember every word you said, we can't go on this way Last night you had me going out of my head Should I go or stay in time
The white light's a train
Bearing down on me
No escaping pain
You belong to me
Clinging on to life
By the skin o' my teeth
I won't feel the hurt
I'm not trash any longer
That that doesn't kill mePolly Vaughn Lyrics
Polly Vaughn So come all you young sportsman, that carry a gun I will have you go home b
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Only makes me strongerI remember every word you said, we can't go on this way Last night you had me going out of my head Should I go or stay
The white light's a train
Bearing down on me
No escaping pain
You belong to me
Clinging on to life
By the skin o' my teeth
I won't feel the hurt
I'm not trash any longer
That that doesn't kill me
Polly Vaughn So come all you young sportsman, that carry a gun I will have you go home b
I need a ride to the morgue
That's what 911 is for
So, tag my toe and don't forget
Ooh to close the drawer
No escaping pain
You belong to me
Clinging on to life
By the skin o' my teeth