- Лицензия
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- Альбом
- Syndrome "Suffering"
- Текст
- Sometimes I dream that I’m a dead man.
My body’s numb and eyes are moveless.
And only you can save me from this nightmare.
So pull the trigger…
So take the bullet…
Gun bless me up!
So I can’t breathe up
But now I wake up
Oh, now I wake up
If you could take me, be in bright flash from a shot
And tickle my nostrils with by the smell of powder,
Then your brass fingers touch my skin.
Give you a holler
Before I fall down…
Gun bless me up!
So I can’t breathe up
But now I wake up
Oh, now I wake up
Hold my hand.
Take your place in a clip.
Charge and wait for a…Shot!!!
Go with me through the barrel!!!
Go with me on the helix!!!
Touch ‘em!!!
Enjoy!!!
Kiss me... long
Take me... home