paroles de chanson Form a Line - Caro
You
won't
get
out
alive
if
I
have
my
way
about
it
The
jokes
will
all
conspire
for
your
concern
then
go
on
without
it
Your
throat's
the
wild
and
fiery
Setting
off
all
my
doubts
and
mistrust
The
rows
have
riled
up
an
idle
minded
soul
equipped
to
kick
up
a
fuss
Form
a
line
in
the
cold
night
air
While
a
horses
head
is
at
the
corner
of
your
speakers'
bed
Just
give
me
someone
to
blame
to
give
me
something
to
prove
The
frozen
soldiers
will
know
their
Way
through
time
to
turn
them
into
us
Your
broken
hopes
and
false
idols
Paved
the
way
to
end
up
here
at
the
cusp
Of
a
stolen
story
whose
found
Familiar
tastes,
stings
you
down
to
your
guts
And
you
won't
get
out
alive
if
I
have
my
way
about
it
Form
a
line
in
the
cold
night
air
While
a
horses
head
is
at
the
corner
of
your
speakers'
bed
Just
give
me
someone
to
blame
to
give
me
something
to
prove
Fester
over
all
my
reckless
intentions
It's
just
another
form
of
sick
and
twisted
fanfare
Just
keep
repeating
my
name
and
I'll
decide
on
the
truth
Form
a
line
in
the
cold
night
air
While
a
horses
head
is
at
the
corner
of
your
speakers'
bed
Fester
over
all
my
reckless
intentions
It's
just
another
form
of
sick
and
twisted
fanfare
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