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I'll sell my soul for a taste of Cheap perfume and wine But keep my conscience where my heart resides In an empty room, dormant next to you Head to the floor The carpet is growing legs And walking away Floating through your window Out of my body up into the stars Where I talked with God Who refused to let me in Because if Judas was wrong then I'm just a sinner Father I'm a wreck But I couldn't care less You're a backseat driver heading for the windshield She said my life's like a cigarette Burning out watch the years going up in smoke Here we go now I'm drunk and belligerent I'm going out so you damn best hold your tongue I'm sorry Run my fingers through your hair Kiss me say your prayers Letras de cancionesI'm sorry Your body's all I need Growing gardens with every seed Now I'm reaping what I sow Hoping that you know a way To make all these rotten crops bare fruit Will a flower take it's root in the cold ground? Father I'm a wreck So show me the way From Letras Mania