歌词
Wish I could write songs
About anything other than death
I can't go to bed
Without trying the red shaven operas
Each one so heavy
Each one so cumbersome
Each one a lead weight
Hanging between my lung
Spilling my guts
Spit on a microphone breaking my voice
Whenever I'm alone with you, can't talk
Isn't this weather nice? Are you're okay?
Should I go somewhere else and hide my face?
Sprinter, learning away
Marathon running, my ankles are sprained
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Marathon running, my ankles are sprained
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh