Текст песни
Found
out
you're
with
the
pills
up
on
the
shelf
Found
out
you
may
have
swallowed
the
sun
yourself
I
can
see
your
belly
where
the
rays
come
right
out
And
I'll
wait
as
the
fire
refines
the
line
around
your
mouth
As
traffic
ends
The
fall
events
The
hand
of
accidents
And
travel
bends
The
rights
don't
have
permissions
to
give
For
us
to
live
the
way
we
live
This
town
makes
faggots
of
us
all
You
say
it's
not
my
word
so
it's
not
my
fault
But
language
is
on
the
side
of
harm
and
stability
And
I
can't
stand
the
way
my
own
words
sound
sometimes
to
me
As
traffic
ends
The
fall
events
The
hand
of
accidents
And
travel
bends
And
the
rights
don't
have
permissions
to
give
For
us
to
live
the
way
we
live
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