Текст песни Sunday At Eleven - Dead Night, слова песни Sunday At Eleven

Текст песни Sunday At Eleven - Dead Night

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Im falling out your room and Im looking like a wreck her bloody-red blured lipstick all over my wet neck had an eight-hour-blackout looks like I got in a fight doesnt matter cause it must have been a damn good night oh my morals crawlin on the floor on fire, on the scene its all too late my buddy says she dumped me caus I was puckin on her skirt my fuckin new tuxedo still layin in the dirt my sister got so pissed cause her guinney-pig got fried doesnt matter cause it must have been a damn good night chorus

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