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You little sick thing, you had your fun You hide the dead like you always said you would Baby, you can hear the bass and the pounding of the drum Yeah, you're gonna bang it out 'cause the sick's so good, like You hit the gas, yeah, your heart's all play You cut the line, baby, there's no more tears You know some people'd wanna go Yeah, they'd wanna run away But you're all fucked up and you wanna stay here with me You little sick thing, you had your fun You cut the line, baby, there's no more tears You know some people'd wanna go Yeah, they'd wanna run away But you're all fucked up and you wanna stay here with me You started fire and I smashed all that air Dog ate our lunch and you cut off all your hair Never caught the little shit Yeah, we're never sitting right Still we're hungry sitting tired in the Spanish light You touch your head, now the curl's all gone You kiss the breeze, yeah, you never wanna wait And baby, you can hear the call like a whisper in the wind And you're gonna see the stars by the time it's too late Letras de cancionesYou little sick thing, you had your fun You cut the line, baby there's no more tears You know some people'd wanna go Yeah, they'd wanna run away But you're all fucked up and you wanna stay here with me I broke the tank and you sucked me right out of it Took a deep breath of that hot Spanish fuel And all the music in this city only made us wanna fight So we lit up every night and spit the gas back into it We spit on every stone, Madrid would let us find Sometimes I trace the stains that you left in my car And it makes me wanna cry, so I write another song And I knew it all along that you might wind up next to me And I knew it all along that you might not be no friend to me I wanna steal every happy thought you have Fucking nickel, fucking dime Trade them back to you for mine Put my own inside my bag and fly back to New York City again I caught my car and you hopped right out of it You chased my dog down some dirty old street And then you bought yourself some ice and you never found the prick And now you're passed out on the ground to the sound of the beat I got a good love and I feel my love is good I watch my good God like a movie and I scream Oh, my God is in the air, I guess I always knew he would be Yeah, I cut up my God, he's never gonna drip down to me now I got a nosebleed and my blood tastes like God I see the Spanish stars and I wanna fly away But babe, my body's on the ground with the dogs outside the pound And I think I gotta sleep but I'm definitely too fucked up to dream You little sick thing, you had your fun You hide the dead like you always said you would Baby, you can hear the bass and the pounding of the drum Yeah, you're gonna bang it out 'cause the sick's so good like You hit the gas, yeah, your heart's all play You cut the line, baby, there's no more tears You know some people'd wanna go Yeah, they'd wanna run away But you're all fucked up and you wanna stay here with me You little sick thing, you had your fun You cut the line, baby, there's no more tears You know some people'd wanna go Yeah, they'd wanna run away But you're all fucked up and you wanna stay here with me You're all fucked up and you wanna stay here with me You're all fucked up and you wanna stay here with me From Letras Mania