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Teksty: Socratic. Blend In.




The first one seen was a caucasian male in his twenties
He hates wedding bells

When you're in trouble it's best you just blend in
When you're in trouble it's best you just blend in

The next living thing was a pigeon
Sitting, shitting on the heads walking by
What the fuck?
No shit ain't good luck
It's just a stain on the suit like the suit is a stain on the skin

When you're in trouble it's best you just blend in
When you're in trouble it's best you just blend in

And I remember days when we walked along this ocean
It was cold but we were warm

Took the boat out on the river even though it was so cold
Oh but we were warm, yeah we were warm
If I warned you, would you leave my side, cause I'm dying inside?
If I told you I was sick and I would never get through it, and I was gonna die
I was gonna die
Gonna die
Gonna die
Gonna die

This woman that I just can't forget
She turns into every woman that is seen