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Teksty: Puddle Of Mudd. Bleed.

You could fly me to the moon
Bury me underneath the sun
I don?t think that you?re the only one
That hides behind the gun

Why don?t you just sit on the couch?
Don?t even try to move your mouth
I think I?m getting tired of everything
Everything you say

You never wanna bleed for me
You never wanna bleed for me
Bleed for me

Look at your legs, they?re all torn up
Thought they were closing shop last night
Did you pick a fight with someone who didn?t
Know they?re wrong or right

I go to sleep when I?m awake
I stay awake and grind my teeth
I go to bed and walk around
I walk around inside my head

You never wanna bleed for me
You never wanna bleed for me
You never wanna bleed for me
You never wanna bleed

There?s something missing
I know it?s missing again
And I know you?re tired
?Cause I?m so wired all day

There?s someone missing
I keep on struggling
Everyone?s kicking me
Back and forth, and I
Think I?m getting tired of everything

Bleed for me

You could fly me to the moon
Bury me underneath the sun
I don?t think that you?re the only one
That hides behind the gun

You never wanna bleed for me
You never wanna bleed for me
You never wanna bleed for me
You never wanna bleed for me

Bleed for me, oh yeah, bleed for me, oh yeah
I bleed for you, you, fuck
Bleed for me
Yeah, you know I bleed for you