Текст (слова) песни: Headstones - Dripping Dime Size Drops
Gonna pick up my bag Gonna run straight home When the police come knocking (tell `em) That I never left the front door This fabric has faded There`ll be no renaissance Too many winos in the park man You know that their brains are doing somersaults Could`ve been a day from Sunday Could`ve been Tuesday last Could`ve been everything that I wanted You know that it was everything that I had I`m dripping dime size drops Now the glass it is empty It is no longer discreet Last point of entry did me Now I just can`t compete I wish that it would stop You could drive a truck right through it 52 steps until I drop There ain`t no way to prove it Now the ashes have fallen Pave the way for the speed Last point of entry did me I still can`t compete
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