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Like Dad
2:54 21 0 6 лет
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No Idea
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Verse I. I see the wires inside your head. You see the same in my head. Could it be worst? Who can I ask? Take off the skin, uncover the truth But I'm afraid, that now I stink like dad. One cigarette, one sip. Do you think I’m asking too much Chorus. Steal my shadow. Let it be your new belief First ask for more and then we gonna dance with God. Forever dead. (What gibberish) Verse II. I’m lying on a ceiling, sinking in the smoke. The blood from my nose is streaming down to the floor. It runs so quickly, so strange, you know, spreading in a wonderful pattern.