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Honest is killing meI feel you burning holes in meAnd ripping open threadsLike I'm some big enchanting crosswordAnd I know I have to get back upBut when I cry, I cry a lotAnd nothing much is going onThe poet and the Vicar's sonAnd so maybe next time,Likely never,So strip the whips And you can burn that leatherYou can paint the keys, sir,Hide the doorBecause it's pretty damn quiet,Number 24And I live in bedsit in the southSo bite my nails and tape my mouthAnd pretend life, life's so fucking sickly sweetYou've got the bitter eyes, you've got these rotting teethFuck me up, sir, you fade awayLetras de cancionesGive me my own "Polly Day"And clean my boots of suck my toesIn pretend life nobody knowsI'm okay, I'm okayYou're just fineAnd one day we mightHave a good dayBut maybe next time,Likely never,So strip the whips And you can burn that leatherYou can paint the keys, sir,Hide the doorBecause it's pretty damn quiet,Number 24And I live in bedsit in the southSo bite my nails and tape my mouthIn a pretend life, life's so fucking sickly sweetYou've got the bitter eyes, you've got these rotting teethIf I was still seventeenIf I was twice as nice, if you were half as meanThen I might give you a second chanceTo feel the way it maybe should've beenThrow me a line, suck my cherrySay you love is dead and buriedAnd find a blonde girl that looks a bit like meMaybe this time you might get itBut maybe next time,Likely never,So you can strip my whips And you can burn that leatherYou can paint the keys, sir,Hide the doorBecause it's pretty damn quiet,At number 24And I live in bedsit in the southSo bite my nails and tape my mouthIn a pretend life, life's so fucking sickly sweetYou've got the bitter eyes, you've got these rotting teeth... From Letras Mania