's That Shit That Happens From Me Talking Into Her Ear, Niggas Always Asking Me, Why They Call You Fact, Cause It's A Fact, If Someone Blast At Me,
that I didn't care about this place Would you think of me the same? Could you please tell me why? Could you please tell me why? Could you please tell me
along, Sing these words out loud. The saddest little song you've ever heard. Let's be bad tonight, And do what we know's not right. She looked at me,
, don't worry Come with me, come with me And move now slowly, slowly Sweat it out, sweat it out Don't stop pulling me closer I love it when you let me
Hold on, where did you get those little facts from? The last I heard we hadn?t changed for anyone To celebrate you paste your hate for attention And hang
Übersetzung: Mara Alexander. Also haben wir Fakten.
Übersetzung: Viele. Die erschreckende Realität der Tatsache, dass werden wir alle erwachsen werden und.
seemed: a lack of pleasantries (my able body isn't what it used to be). I must admist I was charmed by your advances: your advantage left me helplessly
: we spread out and occupy the cracks in the urban streets. idle now: I rearrange the furniture as you sleep. it's so appropriate: the way we amplify
into the ground. all static, no noise: turn the radio down. those bandwidth signals can't reach this far. don't go holding out on me now (i thought that
: this won't be the last you'll hear from me: it's just the start. I hope that he keeps you up for weeks like you did to me. I will hold a candle up
: you'll discover that casual friends kept notes in their pockets to remember your name. and all these places we went to see sights just gave them excuses
hung my favorite shirt on the floorboard, wrinkled up from pulling pushing tasting. you keep twisting the truth that keeps me thrown askew. misguided by the 405 'cause it lead me
: synapse to synapse: the possibility's thin. I'm dressed up for free drinks and family greetings on your wedding date. the figures in plastic on the
: I'll take the best of your bad moods and dress them up to make a better you, 'cause all the company calls amount to one paycheck. I'd squeeze a heart
: last night I dreamt that I was you. I was dressed all in black with dark glasses and attitude. such a pose I could simply not hold through days in
: what ghosts exist behind these attic walls? there's got to be a simpler explanation, 'cause I scrimped and I saved just to find that they've been splicing