3 Colours Red
3 Colours Red - Nerve Gas lyrics
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How could I let you get so attached Before I knew you, you had us matched A broken quartet plays your heartstrings You're out of tune with everything Nerve gas, nerve gas, no class I get asphyxiated Funny how fast you faded Nerve gas... Its cold in the kitchen my nicotine tongue Is dry and sarcastic and blacker than lungs You're flipping the tripswitch And sucking your thumb And parking your thick head where it don't belong Nerve gas, nerve gas, no class Nerve gas, nerve gas, no class I get asphyxiated Funny how fast you faded Nerve gas... Its cold in the kitchen my nicotine tongue Is dry and sarcastic and blacker than lungs You're flipping the tripswitch And sucking your thumb And parking your thick head where it don't belong Nerve gas, nerve gas, no class Nerve gas, nerve gas, no class I get asphyxiated Funny how fast you faded I get asphyxiated Funny how fast you faded Nerve gas
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Author: Chris McCormack (2), Chris McCormack, Pete Vuckovic
Composer: ?
Publisher: Sanctuary Records Group Ltd.
Details:
Released in: 2004
Language: English
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- Country: United Kingdom
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