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Текст песни Sage Francis - Threewrite

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This is to the (uh-uh) intertwined soulsthe hands I`ve been trying to holdThis is to the (uh-uh) love that I lostand all the troubling thoughts of how I got double-crossedand this is to the (uh-uh) divorce I was forced to settle withand the remorse I fought off with metal fistsand this is to the (uh-uh) wet, watery kiss I left you withon your porch as I watched your trembling lipsThis is to the... memory of our early yearsthe first girl I shared feelings withand it`s the realest thing I`d experienced in my short existenceand I ain`t afraid to admitcause love is one of the things that doesnt come with an age limitnow does it? In fact I`ma have to say I`m more keen to feel such thingshopeless things I`d lost in a smokescreen of meaningless fuckingTouching without touching, candles in the darkcasting shadows on our parents battles, this is for the romantics at heartIt wasn`t long before I held you more then my penwhen I wasn`t writing songs, it was something like"Forever and always, whenever those songs play..."I remember empty hallwaysor your image that descended from the top floor became an echoI paid the price for those hard things, and couldn`t afford to let goFrom a passive debt, I`m past regretDid you know I dreamt about you before we met?Remembering our first kiss, and it ain`t even happened yetRecollecting your set, and I wasn`t even given the chance to forgetI guess that`s the magic of itNow every rehashed subject`s displaying what I wroteon cafe napkins to the publicto get it over and done with, closure hath comethMy shoulders are plummeted from holding these bucketsHold your laughs till I go back to the tunnels of Pariswhere I wrote half of these paragraphs... but fuck itThis is to my ten year story, in another decadeyou better be better prepared for mein the first four years, you were all earsthen for the next six, you left me for the next exitwith depth to my messageSo that began my affair with the world abroadBehind the curtain with the other hurtful girls I exploredUntil I became the monster, turning to the words that I recordPart of me, if you heard it all before"I didn`t shake you to hurt you"when you landed on the floorIn a room of naked virtuesI closed my eyes to cancel what I sawYour hand made the first move to the handle of the drawerwhere the frail girl couldn`t think to live"I didn`t shake you to hurt you"I never planned it beforeI can`t shake off your perfume, can`t wash my hands no moreand I`m breaking my curfew, but I can`t walkI`m standing at the door, I hear the wailing of a little kid...and the failure of innocenceHis compromise eyeing the side of the kitchen sinkWhat`you think, I just let you cut you, cut me-- cut the bullshitDamn, I love the hugs enough to toleratethe way we made each other crazy, making it so tough to operateProductively, my self esteem didn`t help when I felt uglyand I figured that`s the reason why you wouldn`t trust meMy ego does bleed, I shouldn`t have let you test itand let your arms free to follow up with your domestic slip upLove is a battlefield so lick your shots quickwhile I lick my wounds and then resume as an obvious targetInfatuations with the past protect my Purple Heart witha faded picture I had in my shirt pocketI`m going out with a bang..in a blaze of glory holes, the anti-heroI don`t care how many ways the story`s toldBe careful when these doolies play like drumsand be careful what you say, because my uzi weighs a tongue..This is to the sleepless evenings that I spent next to grave stonesHoping someone from beyond would grab my arm and take me homeI hadn`t accepted I`d have to make it aloneafter feeding everything I had into a payphoneand this is to the rain..I felt like it was made of spitMy parade was an unbreakable chain of Gabe`s trumpetsSave the buckets even though they weighed down my walkingYou don`t know the height of the steak you place your fork inYou look old (that`s what you said)I feel old (that`s what I said)I been through a lot since you been gone, dead, born againtorn to shreads over girls who were porcelainthe cry-baby dolls, when we were allowed to talk againI stopped accepting break-up calls (that ring true)I hate the way I fall for everything you doOur fate is flawed, that`s why I make these break-up songs to sing to youMusic is my only psychiatric drugAnd you`re a pill in human form I`d like to hide under my tongueKiss the foot that couldn`t fit into the slipper of my mouthThe denizen in your house begging for the benifit of your doubtsWhen I got kicked out, I played the faithful puppy dogLoyal to the love alost, sitting at your fucking door in utter disbeliefI sucked all of the skin off of my teethyou pulled away, you let me choke on your invisible leashYou can find me hiding these screams behind my eyelidsShe blinded me (she blinded me) with science..So my air-mail lips blew her a fairwell kissSlinking over the sink, where all the hair gel dripsStairwells dip deep into her mouth where I found a cycleand ever since then, I`ve been on a downward spiralthis round is final, it`s time to recoverbecause it`s a porch that some dogs choose to die underthe first song was a breakdown, I apologize in round twothis version of certain, this shit ain`t even about youIt`s the threewrite..

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