Paroles de Slacks

St. South

pochette album Slacks
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Date de parution : 08/08/2014

Durée : 0:03:26

Style : Electronic



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Got a piece of my mind, to tell you who's mine,
Nobody hurts like me for you.
Soft slacks at night, i'm wearing 'em tight,
Nobody hurts like i do.

Your fakers are fine, but your water ain't wine,
So stop feeding me, 'a little more time'.
Your shit's a mess, i'm not yours to undress,
I'm leaving this love for the last time.
I'm not yours, i'm mine.

You've got the means to caress, but weak you leave me a mess.
One touch is enough, your hands, a little too rough.
Will i ever be enough?
I'm not yours, i'm mine.

We fall the fader to black, release the ropes and feel the slack.
I'm not yours, i'm mine.
I tell you every time, you're walking a fine, fine line.
I'm not yours, i'm mine.
I'm not yours.

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