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Half of the decade trying to cope More that I injure, sparser the hope So pry up the tiles and gut out the floors Find the foundation's not safe anymore And after the Lord speaks, baby, take me where the crowd don't run And I'll find my shadow waiting Filthy with a twisted tongue And I'll hide everything in my head And forget everyone that I've met And I'll never be open again Oh, how good it must feel to not love anything Half of the decadе caught in the rope Fashion the hеadache, I'll be the host And after the Lord speaks, baby, take me where the crowd don't run And I'll find my shadow waiting Filthy with a twisted tongue And I'll hide everything in my head And forget everyone that I've met And I'll never be open again Oh, how good it must feel to not love anything Oh, how good it must feel to not love anything Oh, how good it must feel to not love anything From Letras Mania