Il testo della Sweatbead

Fireside

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Data di rilascio : 01/01/1997

Durata : 0:03:43

Stile : Indie Rock



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I try to stop the train
To get used to pain
To get used to take the shit they're talking

And i can't explain
Whatever happened
I try to write it down on paper

And i don't know why you called me over
You said, you tried to make me bitter
But i don't think you would do a thing like

That's not your way of getting sober
Tell me more about your career
I'll give you compliments not telling how i lie

And suppose i don't have feelings for you
What good does that do?
Anyway, it's sad to say

And ignore that i'm not lookin' at you
And don't care what our friends say
Why do they bother anyway?

And if you should be my savior
Would you take care of my wounds?
Would you hold me and secure me in your womb?

I'm the smallest lake
Fits in every city
Afraid the sun will dry me out

And i see lovers loving and all the animals
Are drinking from my hand
Helps the sun to kill me

And though i don't have much to give you
I try to offer you
Whatever good i do

And what if i can't live without you
I'm not that good looking and bright
But you know i'd treat you right

And if you should be my savior
Would you take care of my wounds?
Would you hold me and secure me in your womb?

The city smiles
With all its lights
Shadows what i've accomplished

The city smiles
With all its lights
Shadows what i've accomplished

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