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This is a whisper into your satellite dishThis is a death threat in cross-stitchAnd I demand a hostageAnd then I want a motor boatAnd then I'll let your hostage goIt's like life is a deathbound trainAnd every day is just a stop along the wayAnd every era is the modern age for the people in itEvery prayer is paramount to the owner of the steepled fingersI knew better, butI'd hoped for better boy boy I'd hoped for better than thisA veteran never forgets no matter what she forgivesNo matter what she forgives andI knew better, butI'd hoped for better boy boy I'd hope for better than thisA veteran never forgets no matter what she forgivesLike opportunity knocksMisfortune will pick the lock And pick your pocketsPick your boys and boys here will pick it for yaSure your habit diet's hardBut your bottle kills easySee me cut my coke with careful and cut careful with grandiasm Letras de cancionesYou don't cut for meHe's been good to me oh he hasHe doesn't cut for me, doesn't cook for mePrinceton, MinnesotaAnd to everybody talking about my titsI guess that it's Because you can't find shit to dis about the way that I spitI'll blow my nick for kicks another feel that you couldn't copBut I got shit to do with vultures while you're fucking around with photoshopThe road don't stop while you go out to take a breatherMaybe I'm an overeager emo alcoholic with a nice chest and press listOr maybe you're just jealous.I knew better, butI'd hoped for better boy boy I'd hoped for better than thisA veteran never forgets no matter what she forgivesNo matter what she forgives andI knew better, butI'd hoped for better boy boy I'd hope for better than thisA veteran never forgets no matter what she forgivesShake me, and hear the filament rattleNobody can save me from this bit of the battleMy pride is like an ember and my chest is as my blood is burningSee if you can forgive me my tongue is in my cheek I'm turningHurts me just to think of one more courtesy before the kingThese knees don't bend easy please receive me on my feetI pull my shadow off the streetBut believe you don't want to follow me, these hollow veinsWalk around in color 3-D Just to see how petty the daily drama and diorama really can beI'll pull a Peter Pan and set you freeAnd when you can, see what you can do for me A quiet night before the crackle of my fuse litA vocal booth is just another padded room, shitA quiet night before the crackle of my fuse litA vocal booth is just another padded room kidPut all your worries awayFor all the noise you make Put all your worries awayFor allI knew better, butI'd hoped for better boy boy I'd hoped for better than thisA veteran never forgets no matter what she forgives From Letras Mania