Текст песни Dead Poetic - August Winterman
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And If I could teach the world to be..I`d teach them all to be something just like me.Frustrated, bitter, depressing.Perfect. As if my wings were like yoursPerfect. As if my wings were like yoursBut I`m falling down.And if you could hold your tongue long enough..You`d see that all I am is love, but I don`t like me.I despise me.Perfect. As if my wings were like yoursBut I`m falling down.Perfect. As if my wings were like yoursPerfect. But I`m falling down.It`s a disease they`ll never have a cure for.But You`re the only way to dry my eyes.It`s a disease, they`ll never have a cureBut I`m the one who`s wrong. I`m the one who cries.It`s a disease, they`ll never have a cure for.It`s a disease, they`ll never have a cureBut I`m the one whose wrong. I`m the one who cries.I cry. I despise me.