Il testo della Square room

Vic Chesnutt

pochette album Square room
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Data di rilascio : 21/08/2001

Durata : 0:04:28

Stile : Rock



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Sitting in a square room
My voice is freezing
And the beams that are bouncing off the moon
Are hanging from my window like icicles

Just a tired old alcoholic, waxing bucolic
Shivering and homesick
Staring at a wooden floor
Staring at a wooden floor

Last night i nearly killed myself
Chasing rum with rum
There were crows flying all around my head
And i sure caught and ate me some

It's funny how i alienated
Those who i was trying just so
So hard to impress
Now half those fuckers hate me
And i'm just a fool to all the rest

Why do i insist on drinking myself to the grave
Why do i dream about cozy coffin
I had all these plans of great things to accomplish
But i end up purely pathetic more than often

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