Текст (слова) песни: Manic Street Preachers - Die In The Summertime
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals Colour my hair but the dye grows out I can`t seem to stay a fixed ideal
Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene See myself without ruining lines Whole days throwing sticks into streams
I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime, I wanna die
The hole in my life even stains the soil My heart shrinks to barely a pulse A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle If you really care wash the feet of a beggar
I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime, I wanna die
I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime, I wanna die
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