The Classic Crime

The Classic Crime - God And Drugs songtekst

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I've scraped the glass for crumbs, 



And asked the mirror for some truth.



I've loaded my body with chemicals;



It was no use.



'Cause retribution's coming for the years of this abuse.



And I can't get away, and still I can't get close enough to you.

Oh, oh. Oh, oh.



Oh, oh. Oh, oh.



Oh, oh. Oh, oh.



Oh.

Oh, oh. Oh, oh.



Oh, oh. Oh, oh.



Oh, oh. Oh, oh.



Oh.

You won't go away, but every hit is just a taste.



Something scares me in this place, I selfdestruct for days.

It's a constant reminder of what I can and cannot have.



The smell, the taste, it's all just fake,



The truth is what I lack.



So I will keep on running and keep my head above the ground,



and I will look for you in places you cannot be found.

Oh, oh. Oh, oh.



Oh, oh. Oh, oh.



Oh, oh. Oh, oh.



Oh.

You won't go away, but every hit is just a taste.



Something scares me in this place, I selfdestruct for days.



You won't go away, but every hit is just a taste.



Of the all things I need to face, but it's all so fake

"It's okay," a voice says.



"We all look elsewhere,"



It's true that I look elsewhere for you.

You won't go away, you won't go away.



You won't go away, you won't go away.



You won't go away, you won't go away.



You won't go away, you won't go away!

You won't go away, but every hit is just a taste.



Something scares me in this place, I selfdestruct for days.



You won't go away, but every hit is just a taste.



Of the all things I need to face, but it's all so fake

You won't go away, but every hit is just a taste.



You won't go away, still I've been gone for days.




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Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: The Silver Cord (2008)

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