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The Number Twelve Looks Like You
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The Number Twelve Looks Like You - To Catch A Tiger
To Catch A Tiger
Tekst dodał(a): Julkowack
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Teledysk dodał(a): Mikazukix
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"Engine engine number 9 going down Chicago line engine off the Track, do you want your money back?"
We waited all year for this time to come around.
We didn't have much, but what we did have, we held very close.
"Y-e-s spells yes, not because you're dirty, not because you're clean,
Just because you kissed a girl behind a dirty magazine"
I'M IT!
my head against the tree, I start the count 1-2-3....
This is what life's all about......
"Ready or not-" I'm interrupted.
My head against the sidewalk.
Being thrown to the ground is what I've heard they do,
A Laugh in your face and a crack in the head with a bottle of booze.
I became the gangs soccer ball, kicked around for their enjoyment.
Their laughing became deafening,
The memories became scarring.
And all they could do was watch.
The gang,they swung at will.
Pounding my pals for the thrill.
But it was laughs that buried me.
I leaned up against the tree,
Had my pals holding my head,
We all sat there and weeped.
Why am I not hiding, why am I not seeking,
Why am i cut open, the nights filled with shrieking.
Give my hiding spot away, I'm done for today.
Give my a few years,
Then tell em to come back and play.
We waited all year for this time to come around.
We didn't have much, but what we did have, we held very close.
"Y-e-s spells yes, not because you're dirty, not because you're clean,
Just because you kissed a girl behind a dirty magazine"
I'M IT!
my head against the tree, I start the count 1-2-3....
This is what life's all about......
"Ready or not-" I'm interrupted.
My head against the sidewalk.
Being thrown to the ground is what I've heard they do,
A Laugh in your face and a crack in the head with a bottle of booze.
I became the gangs soccer ball, kicked around for their enjoyment.
Their laughing became deafening,
The memories became scarring.
And all they could do was watch.
The gang,they swung at will.
Pounding my pals for the thrill.
But it was laughs that buried me.
I leaned up against the tree,
Had my pals holding my head,
We all sat there and weeped.
Why am I not hiding, why am I not seeking,
Why am i cut open, the nights filled with shrieking.
Give my hiding spot away, I'm done for today.
Give my a few years,
Then tell em to come back and play.
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