Текст песни: Heatmiser - Dead Air
Ive been suffocating all night
Too much of nothing made me get uptight
And I get fists on my shy nerves?
And say its this that you deserve?
Do you wanna live in a soft shell
Or knuckle under the hard sell?
When your arms start creeping thru
When youre ashamed of what youre trying to do
Dead air
Dont let it be spoken
A records broken,
Skipping to the words that hang in this
Dead air
And you never say nothing
Dead air between you and me
Ive been suffocating all night
Too much of nothing made me get uptight
Youre in a rut with your dumb ones
It takes no guts to be don juan
To go around brooding and tight
When you got no reason for brooding
Youve become completely sick
You dont give a s***
You just wanna forget
Dead air
Dont let it be spoken
A records broken,
Skipping to the words that hang in this
Dead air
And you never say nothing
Dead air between you and me
Ive been brooding all night
I got no reason for brooding
I dont know what Im doing
I keep trying to speak out loud
Dead air
Dead air between you and me
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Ive been suffocating all night
Too much of nothing made me get uptight
And I get fists on my shy nerves?
And say its this that you deserve?
Do you wanna live in a soft shell
Or knuckle under the hard sell?
When your arms start creeping thru
When youre ashamed of what youre trying to do
Dead air
Dont let it be spoken
A records broken,
Skipping to the words that hang in this
Dead air
And you never say nothing
Dead air between you and me
Ive been suffocating all night
Too much of nothing made me get uptight
Youre in a rut with your dumb ones
It takes no guts to be don juan
To go around brooding and tight
When you got no reason for brooding
Youve become completely sick
You dont give a s***
You just wanna forget
Dead air
Dont let it be spoken
A records broken,
Skipping to the words that hang in this
Dead air
And you never say nothing
Dead air between you and me
Ive been brooding all night
I got no reason for brooding
I dont know what Im doing
I keep trying to speak out loud
Dead air
Dead air between you and me
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