Broken Social Scene
Death Cock
Trouble, my trouble, it's deathSounds like disease with regretA vacuum's heart or out bitsDelicate seizures and all the restTrouble, my trouble, mourirLeft my lungs with the fearTest patterns on the airI killed you, I did it, my dearThere's a common law...Trouble, my trouble, it's deathSkin like a sidewalk that leftDesperate cum is in our bedA little while, I failed you at bestFailed you at bestFailed you at bestOf course, silence's gonna cost a littleI like shadows in my sleepComing in here, caught yourself on the fast you said, "Comments are gorgeous, please don't speak"I decide who lives in my best roomI got windows to protect my breedLetras de cancionesPut down your spirit and tell me that there's something desirable for you in meMourir, mourirMourir, mourirYou were never supposed to go and love and ditch us by the corpseSome signs, some sections, and our favorite eskimoHow long has it been since your dad locked that door?Set your piss on fire and let it all goMourir, mourirMourir, mourirMourir, mourirMourir, mourirMourir, mourirMourir, mourir
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