Paroles de Black ink revenge

Automatic Loveletter

pochette album Black ink revenge
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Date de parution : 23/06/2011

Durée : 0:04:31

Style : Alternative



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I wanted this
I wanted you
I wanted it to to last
But you fell through
Now east coast boys
Don't you see that here on the west we follow our dreams
I don't want to know you anymore
The color of your lips red
And i swear i never wear lipstick
No my god i drank to much
Laughing while i'm crying
Don't you let them know you're dying
Dying to break out
And dying to get get get out
Through the window of the upstairs
Click my heels but i am stuck here
I'm pledging this vow
This is the last time
This is the last fight
Sunset to sunrise
Morning to midnight
And this is my goodbye
So blow out the candle
The bottle is dry
And these pages learn to think
You're not even worth my
Black ink revenge
I guarantee guarantee you'll miss me
Well i can't stomach this
I think i'm gonna be sick
My hearts made of wick and you put the fire out of it
The kerosene chalks my feet
She smiles at me and closes the door
But not to sleep
This isn't making any sense
I was yours the night before this
The smell of your sheets is the remnants of this
This is the last time
This is the last fight
Sunset to sunrise
Morning to midnight
And this is my goodbye
So blow out the candle
The bottle is dry
And these pages learn to think
You're not even worth my
Black ink revenge
So i'm writing you out of my dreams
And you'll miss me i swear when i leave
Yeah i'm writing you out
I'm crossing my t's
And i want back the necklace
That i said you could keep
You miss comprehend and i scorn you to death
And my words are as strong as my last gasp for breath
Leave nothing behind
Not a trace
Or a crumb
And no clues to unlock how painful this was
So i'm writing you out of my dreams
And you'll miss me i swear when i leave
This is the last time
This is the last fight
Sunset to sunrise
Morning to midnight
And this is my goodbye
So blow out the candle
The bottle is dry
And these pages learn to think
You're not even worth my

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