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his backlit silhouette's filled with talesglowing of charming fuckershe's a charming fucker himself ya know?his haunting outline's fillin' in with details I'm real proud ofhe should be real proud of them himselfI've gotta stop listening to suicidal songwritersnot that I'm gettin' ideasit's just that they bring me downas deep as this low slung guitarbow your pretty headpray to me, yeah pray to meyou need a god so baddon'tcha babyyeahpray to meyeahprayto meI'm the fire that burns on shadows darker than moods he's swingin'you see I'm a charming fucker myselfya know?He came to me on a Saturday nightand he felt the old religionhe knelt before me numb and blind and sighedDon't stop listenin' to suicidal songwritersLetras de cancionesit's not a bad ideaswinging hard and low like this guitarbow your pretty head....watch how they surround herstealing what he knows belongs to only himleave her as you've found herbleeding for your every sinsmiling with her sinful grinselfish fools can't take her inher tragic heart belongs to himNow bow your pretty head.... From Letras Mania