paroles de chanson
Resting
himself
on
his
crutches
Suspicious
stories
which
are
fake
Laughter
was
growing
around
in
a
stranger's
house
Holding
the
stutter
in
his
hand
Carving
his
words
to
demand
Psychotic
bionic
he
was
as
he
sputters
his
words
Touched
by
the
freak
beats
and
phantom
I'm
holding
on
Touched
by
the
freak
beats
and
phantom
I'm
holding
on
I'm
holding
on
Confusion
cuts
in
the
air
If
I
was
granted
one
wish
I'd
whisk
off
the
girl
with
the
white
Jeans
for
a
singles
night's
bliss
With
eyes
that
glaze
the
stage
and
arms,
the
party
continues
The
bright
lights
illuminate
the
The
freak
beats
illuminate
the
night
Touched
by
the
freak
beats
and
phantom
I'm
holding
on
Touched
by
the
freak
beats
and
phantom
I'm
holding
on
I'm
holding
on
I'm
holding
on
I'm
holding
Touched
by
the
freak
beats
and
phantom
I'm
holding
on
Touched
by
the
freak
beats
and
phantom
I'm
holding
on
I'm
holding
on
I'm
holding
on
I'm
holding
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