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Текст (слова) песни: The Cult - Coming Down
You dirty hippie girl,your soft lips make me swirl
I despise all of your lies
I`m not the prodigal son, I`m not the chosen one
I`m just a man with good intention...
Your horses terrify me, I can`t work out why
the things you say, are not O.K.
I`m not the prodigal son, I`m not the chosen one
Why can`t you decide, when you chastise me
I`m coming down, coming down, you baptise me
I don`t wanna drown yeah your drug tongue
spoken loud. I`m coming down I`m coming down
You baptise me I don`t wanna drown yeah your
drug tongue spoken loud
Your dying flowers stink, they smell like rotten
ink, from a poison pen so I wrote on your head
Just how deep you`ll go, from which you came and don`t you know
Whoa innocence, your winter`s so harsh in your heart
I`m coming down, coming down, you baptise me
I don`t wanna drown yeah your drug tongue
spoken loud. I`m coming down I`m coming down
You baptise me I don`t wanna drown yeah your
drug tongue spoken loud
Pushin me harder
Pushin me harder
Pushin me harder
I`m coming down I don`t wanna drown
Your drug tongue`s spoken loud
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