paroles de chanson She's My Rushmore - Every Time I Die
Cut
your
break
lines,
brake
your
headlights
and
waited
for
you
at
the
stop
sign.
Disconnected
iron
lungs,
insurance
fires,
our
smothered
young.
Always
the
first
one
on
the
scene.
A
pyromantic
midsummer
nights
dream.
Thank
you
lord:
1)
for
this
oil
slick.
2)
for
her
car
wreck.
3)
for
I′m
lovesick.
Heaven
sent
us
a
hero,
but
Hell
tried
to
his
resolve.
And
when
you
thought
we
were
done
for.
I
pulled
through.
While
you
rested
your
eyes
in
the
driver
seat,
I
sat
and
watched
you.
Always
the
first
one
on
the
scene.
A
pyromantic
midsummer
nights
dream.
Trust
me.
We'll
wait
for
it,
pray
for
it,
step
on
the
brakes
till
we′re
over
it,
under
it,
Screaming
like
bombs
for
it.
Oh
dear
me,
I've
done
it
again.
Thank
you
lord:
4)
for
the
loaded
gun.
5)
for
the
bad
aim.
6)
for
I'm
lonesome.
God
is
smiling
down
on
us,
he
shines
his
grace
on
everyone.
(P.S.
- The
greatest
lovers
were
murderers
first.)
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