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Sadistik
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Kristoff Krane I feel alone and depressed, I miss my best friend My wife's a thousand miles from home, the road I'm on's a dead end and So I lie to smoke choking shove my fat grin with a bag of preservatives till I perch in a napkin In the back of a van with no backup plan Just some lower back pain from holding up this avalanche If I had the chance to change I probably wouldn't take it I preferred the benefits of learning how to communicate it I miss the Mrs so much, I hold a picture of her To bridge the gap between her touch and my vision of us If it wasn't for your love I couldn't trust the rush of endorphins So thanks for reminding me about what's important
Sadistik I'm one van nap away from coming just a sliced throat from that path I take I'm struggling to find home I'm on the right road leading me to nowhere and I don't know where I learned to juggling knife show But I hope it's embedded on my gravestone Brainstorm so much that my head is filled with rainbows There's no pot of gold, leprachauns and fables Just another hollow soul with death upon his facial 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 I'm just a vagabond who never had a mum, who ever had a bond except when it was painful So I never stayed close, I stayed sharp with the crayons in my paws sketching all the angels
Sadistik & Kristoff Krane My God - if I do not change the way I'm living I'ma Die young - but at least then you could say I did it like an Icon - left them all uplifted and constricted like a Python - sipping on elixirs just to fit in with the Life long friends who helped me paint a pretty picture so when I'm gone we can all pretend I made a difference within My songs ride on Ride on Ride on to that distant sunset till the butterflies in stomachs learn to fly on Top of the puddle till I reach the light at the end of the tunnel I'm blind from Caught in a struggle I'm trying to fly with my head into trouble my mind's numb I know I'm low, high hopes I focus my sights on Divulge my soul I'm so hopeless in my thoughts Before sky high beanstalks Tied tongue sing low while I sweet talk We walked a thin line between self destruct and detox Cos these scars are deep enough to rob us of our freedom
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