Я не грущу – я просто люблю красивую меланхолию. Иногда кажется, что я персонаж старого фильма, а вокруг – декорации. Верю в знаки, случайности и людей, которые умеют слушать. Всё не просто так. Всё к чему-то ведёт.
Taking back wasted,
time that we've spent.
Walking round wastin',
tracing back the steps.
Oh I can taste it,
the secrets I've kept.
Walking round wasted,
and I'll take what I can get.
Taking back wasted,
time that we have spent walking round wastin',
tracing back the steps.
Oh I can taste it,
the secret I have kept.
Walking round wasted,
(It's how I feel)
To late to turn
(It's how I deal with you)
To late to turn
(It's how I feel)
Taking back wasted,
Oh I can taste it,
(It's how I feel)
Walking round wastin',
the secret I have kept.
Walking round wasted,
...take what I can get.
Scars will heal, soon
The dregs in us spent the earth down
Better than drowning in a burlap sack
I live, as Alice, I die
Children shouldn't play with dead things
Foaming crows tear at their wings
Sad eyes cry crimson blood
Drop it, it's dead
Wheels won't turn, they won't turn the birdy's head
Sad eyes
Sad eyes like sharpened daggers
You'll never walk, only stagger
Sad eyes, quite cryptic
Bye
[Intro: Slow Pulp]
And she
Won't wait to see
Won't wait to see
When will you—
[Chorus]
The good ones always die
Beautiful flower in my head was yellow
You showed me callous, I was so disheveled
I close my eyes to never see again
[Verse: wifiskeleton & Slow Pulp]
It was autumn, I was waitin' for a moment to cry
Used to hold me by my shoulder, man, my life was sublime
Couldn't really be surprised
As shadows; they arised
The sun just couldn't shine
Why?
When will you
The good ones always die
Tell her?
You're just a collector
You'll never lovе her
Box full of treasures
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