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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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