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ترانه و شعر با صدای Blondshell
One long marriage to the truth One long worshipping of sound One more dream about you hiding And then showing me what you found One more leaking from the roof One more painting of a clown One more time you sing to me About the nicest guys around
And there's something about the distance Makes it easier to see But there's something about the distance Like the splitting of a tree
Look at how my house has grown Covered it in testosterone Showing off two fried eggs I think I like my legs
One more whore's bath at the party One more spilling on the dress And I know you want to go home But you wear the food so well
One more lighting of the torch One more corner of your eye But it's one less bell to answer If you can make it through the night
Look at how my house has grown Covered it in testosterone Showing off two fried eggs I think I like my legs
No I never said What I thought was never nice I gave you the feeling good And chased it all my life Alone's not what I thought I'm not sad to see you go I'm not looking for an answer Because when I know I know I know
Look at how my house has grown Covered it in testosterone Showing off two fried eggs I think I like my legs
دیگر آثار شنیدنی از Blondshell
