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Текст (слова) песни: Glassjaw - Midwestern Stylings (acoustic)

Alright 1,2,3,4..

Tell me or I`ll cast away.
Co-defrequent,
Summer holiday.
If I wasn`t mourned now one more time...
This atonal score,
For if you`re rhythmic dancing on the dance floor.
I`m dying the death of a man man for..

Standard procedure.
I serve no use for you.
God`s littlest creature,
You`re my bore.

You witnessed my fallen gene,
That pushes away like a cancer.
And be the count that parted mine.
Handicap that pushes madness between lover.
I dabble in the badness of a..

Standard procedure,
I serve no use for you.
God`s littlest creature,
You`re my new muse.

The mind tricks the body,
Body thinks the mind is crazy,
My mind tricks the body,
Body thinks my mind is..

So best of luck to you,
And a burning barge to float you through.
Lost in you for days,
Enjoy the distance as we gaze.
Before time,
Didn`t we say one day?
Maybe not, didn`t we say one day?

Standard procedure,
I serve no use for you.
God`s littlest creature,
You`re mine...

Standard procedure,
I serve no use for you
God`s littlest crea[ture]...

Todd: That`s fucking perfect.
Beck: Just leave it at, leave it at the fucking, these chords
fucking blow.
Daryl: What happened?
Todd: He hurt his finger playing his chords.
Beck: My finger like, my pinker, like, snapped.

 

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