MusicGu.ru

Flattered that you think I warrant ugliness. Gutters
drain west, mud made a mess of us. It`s time to leave
this place. I`d saw through your wrist to find a
better trap that fits. I`d saw through your traps to
find a better you, a part of you that lasts. I saw
through your trap and into my own wrists. Saw we were
through, red ribbons spill to blue: a sight to sore
your eyes. I got this dress. I`m hiking it around
this waste of laughter. Slow dance alone with no one
to the sound of four hands clapping. Congratulations
to you both, I hope somewhere you`re happy. If
there`s a moral to this story then I wish you`d show
me. Hair in the blood, fly in the disappointment.
Rubber, I`m glue. I`ll write the book on you. It`s
sticking to my face. You need a little less than what
you take for granted. This is the sip that`s drinking
back from you, blacking out your eyes. You need a
little more suppression of your appetites. This is
your honeymoon, in separate rooms, it`s neither sweet
nor bright. I made a word to give this state a name,
this game a guess. I call it "sluttering". It means
as little as your little test. You are your worst
revenge. Your very means, they have no ends. This is
a story you won`t tell the kids we`ll never have. If
you hear this song a hundred times it still won`t be
enough.

Flattered that you think I warrant ugliness. Gutters
drain west, mud made a mess of us. It`s time to leave
this place. I`d saw through your wrist to find a
better trap that fits. I`d saw through your traps to
find a better you, a part of you that lasts. I saw
through your trap and into my own wrists. Saw we were
through, red ribbons spill to blue: a sight to sore
your eyes. I got this dress. I`m hiking it around
this waste of laughter. Slow dance alone with no one
to the sound of four hands clapping. Congratulations
to you both, I hope somewhere you`re happy. If
there`s a moral to this story then I wish you`d show
me. Hair in the blood, fly in the disappointment.
Rubber, I`m glue. I`ll write the book on you. It`s
sticking to my face. You need a little less than what
you take for granted. This is the sip that`s drinking
back from you, blacking out your eyes. You need a
little more suppression of your appetites. This is
your honeymoon, in separate rooms, it`s neither sweet
nor bright. I made a word to give this state a name,
this game a guess. I call it "sluttering". It means
as little as your little test. You are your worst
revenge. Your very means, they have no ends. This is
a story you won`t tell the kids we`ll never have. If
you hear this song a hundred times it still won`t be
enough.

Адрес электронной почты		example@domain.ru
Код заказа		999-999
Нажмите после заполнения
Пожалуйста, вводите корректный адрес электронной почты, так как на этот адрес будет отправлена дополнительная ссылка на загрузку выбранной Вами песни. Если был указан неправильный адрес электронной почты, вы можете его исправить. Для исправления адреса электронной почты отправьте электронно письмо в службу поддержки (support@musicgu.ru). В письме укажите полученный Вами код и корректный адрес электронной почты. Отправляя сообщение на один из предоставленных номеров Вы подтверждаете свое согласие с Правилами использования сайта и Пользовательским соглашением.