Текст (слова) песни: Hunters And Collectors - I Couldn`t Give It To You (3 31)
(I`ve lost my tweezers) At this late stage of the game you cannot tell If it is night or if it`s daytime And I`ve come around to your door To muck around and make mince-meat of your life And beneath the glow of your back porch light You were passing like a thing possessed And snap, snap, snap Your teeth are chewing on my daily routine Yeah I couldn`t give it up, and I couldn`t if I tried When I saw a scared nation yelling inside Yeah I couldn`t give it up, and I couldn`t if I tried I was underneath the floor, I was trying to hide Trying to hide At this late stage of the game you cannot tell If it is night or if it`s daytime And I`ve come around to your door To muck around and make mince-meat of your life And there was a whole nation crowded inside With tongues of fire dancing on their skulls And every door, every manhole sealed up tight And pretty soon I realised Here was the perfect space inside And I couldn`t give it to you if I tried! I couldn`t give it to you if I tried!
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