paroles de chanson
Think
that
I'm
alone
now
But
it
didn't
come
from
his
mouth
My
intuition
tells
me
he
is
done
In
May
you
dug
my
grave
up
By
June
I
was
back
under
I
drink
to
you
and
what
you
remind
me
of
He
creates
The
very
same
Bullet
ache
My
favourite
pain
Didn't
know
I
needed
Something
that
I
hated
Something
that
you
said
i'd
get
from
you
But
what
are
we
protecting
What
are
we
afraid
of
losing
'Cuss
I
am
not
a
record
in
a
box
He
creates
The
very
same
Bullet
ache
My
favourite
pain
He
creates
The
very
same
Bullet
ache
My
favourite
pain
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