"go back to those gold soundz
and keep my advent to your self
because it's nothing i don't like
is it a crisis or a boring change?
when it's central, so essential,
it has a nice ring when you laugh
at the low life opinions
and they're coming to the chorus now...
i keep your address to myself
'cause we need secrets
we need secrets (crets crets crets crets crets) back right now
(...)
so drunk in the august sun
and you're the kind of girl i like
because you're empty
and i'm empty
and you can never quarantine the past
did you remember in december
that i won''t eat you when i'm gone
and if i go there, i won't stay there
because i'm sitting here too long
i've been sitting here too long
and i've been wasted
advocating that word for the last word
last words come up all you've got to waste"
*conselho com direitos de autor
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