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[Dessa]This is a whisper into your satellite dishThis is a death threat in cross stitch and I demand a hostageAnd then I want a motor boatAnd then I'll let your hostage go.It's like life is a death bound trainAnd every day is just a stop along the wayAnd every era is the modern age for the people in itEvery prayer is paramount for the owner of the steepled fingersI knew better butI'd hope for better boyBoy I'd hope for better than thisA veteran never forgets no matter what she forgivesNo matter what she forgivesAnd I knew better butI'd hope for better boyBoy I'd hope for better than thisA veteran never forgets no matter what she forgives...Like opportunity knocksMisfortune'll pick that lockAnd pick your pocketsPick your poison boys, and here I'll pick it for ya'Letras de cancionesSure your habit dies hardBut your bottle kills easySee me cut my Coke with CaptainMy Captain with Ron DiazMind if you don't cut whenHe's been good to me how he has,You don't cut whenHe's been good to me,Princeton MinnesotaAnd to everybody talkin' bout my titsI guess that it's because you can't find shit to dissAbout the way that I spitI'll blow my nick for kicks Another fill you couldn't copI've got shit to do and focusWhile you're fuckin' around in photoshopThe road don't stop, while you got offTo take a breather, either I'm anOver-eager emo alcoholic with aNice chest and a press listOr maybe you just jealousI knew better butI'd hope for better boyBoy I'd hope for better than thisA veteran never forgets no matter what she forgivesNo matter what she forgivesAnd I knew better butI'd hope for better boyBoy I'd hope for better than thisA veteran never forgets no matter what she forgivesShake me, and hear the filament rattle, awake andSave me, from this bit of the battleMy pride is like an ember in my chest that sets my breath to burningSo you'll forgive me if a tongue is in the cheek I'm turningHurts me just to think of one more curtsy for the kingThese knees don't bend easy please receive me on my feetI pull my shadow off the street, retreatBelieve me you don't want to follow me,These hollow dreamsThat walk around in full-color 3DJust to see how petty the daily drama and diorama really can beI'll pull a Peter Pan and set ya free,When you can see what you can do for me 'causeA quiet night before the crackle of my fuse lit,A vocal booth is just another padded room, shitA quiet night before the crackle of my fuse lit,A vocal booth is just another padded room, kidPut all your words away, for all the noise you makePut all your words away, for all...I knew better butI'd hope for better boyBoy I'd hope for better than thisA veteran never forgets no matter what she forgives. From Letras Mania