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TEXTY PÍSNÍ / QWEL / HALL OF MIRRORS |
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HALL OF MIRRORSInterpret: Qwel Text písně Oh God, what the? Oh fuck, how many drinks did I.. Oh my God, where's my wallet? Oh God, I think I'm gonna fucking... Oh God Now how am I gonna get from this bar stool, to across the room without puking? Either barf-drool on this broad's shoes Talking stupid, drippin', fall into a liquid ball of spew age I know I'll do this again eventually Which tempted me and tempted me to get fucked up I don't know, but it ain't the centipede rich drinkin' spending spree Shared with three kids at the crib skip the rent at least a week Speaking in tongues to all both of you In hopes to get a drink I think I'll crawl over to a sober sympathetic ear to spit this lim-pathetic jeer Oh my God, 'cause I don't hear so well Is it a trouble seeing double even when your eyes are shut You can time travel through black outs and wake up inside some ??? club Six pence of beer, my dear friends are near You all look like demons from here in this mer hall of mirrors, cheers (cheers) (cheers) Komentáře |