Текст песни Nine Inch Nails - The Collector
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Текст песни Nine Inch Nails - The Collector
I pick things up, I am a collectorAnd things, well things, they tend to accumulateI have this net, it drags behind meIt picks up feelings for me to feed uponThere are times, plenty of timesI wish I could let it goBut it's time to breed( )And it's got to grow inside meThere are times, plenty of timesI wish I could let it goBut it's time to make me think thingsI don't wanna knowI'm trying to fit it all insideI'm trying to open my mouth wideI'm trying not to chokeAnd swallow it allSwallow it allSwallow it allSwallow it allI am the plagueI am the swarmAll your heart sticks on meAnd I keep it warmIt'll make me stayIt won't let me leaveThere are so goddamn many of themIt gets hard to breatheI'm trying to fit it all insideI'm trying to open my mouth wideI'm trying not to choke insideI am a good boy, and I willSwallow it allSwallow it allSwallow it allSwallow it allEvery last one [20x]