Текст песни
Everybody's
got
a
little
thing
or
two
Buried
deep
inside
like
a
cursed
jewel
Knock
your
balance
off,
rattle
in
the
cage
There
goes
my
sweetheart
with
the
road
rage
So
many
colors
to
your
misery
I
think
it's
time
to
share
an
epiphany
The
very
things
that
you
hate
the
most
Are
the
ones
that
I
don't
I
think
you
look
good
like
that
With
your
hair
pulled
back
On
your
first
cigarette
Like
the
day
we
met
I
think
you
look
good
that
way
In
your
jet
black
shades
Steal
the
truth,
suffer
jail
Like
the
day
we
met
I'm
the
same
as
you,
I
got
a
scar
or
three
Covered
up,
no
doubt,
and
I
can
guarantee
It's
all
a
state
of
mind
that
gets
you
guessing
Maybe
they're
just
perfect
imperfections
So
many
colors
to
your
misery
I
think
it's
time
to
share
an
epiphany
The
very
things
that
you
hate
the
most
Are
the
ones
that
I
don't
I
think
you
look
good
like
that
With
your
hair
pulled
back
On
your
first
cigarette
Like
the
day
we
met
I
think
you
look
good
that
way
In
your
jet
black
shades
Steal
the
truth,
suffer
jail
Like
the
day
we
met
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