Screeching Weasel

Screeching Weasel - Burnout Girl Ben Weasel songtekst

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through my head I'd rip my heart out of my chest and hold it for you to
inspect and while the blood dripped down our hands we could kiss The apartment
ambience is like a motel Little town blues can't compare to this hell Do you
ever wanna go anywhere but here and now well I'm waiting here alone for you
You somehow ignore the repetitive structures around you that scream
indifference You are inspired by nothingness nothing can alter the scope of
your dreams I'll still wait while you're asleep in your bed But the air smells
different out here at three a.m. And all the hopes you're clinging to will
fall apart inside your room so please come on out and do something else You're
an enigma you're so incredible presentable I'd eat you up if I thought you
were edible
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