Текст песни Clementine - Hanorah

Washing every inch of me
To rid myself of poetry
That came from in between your teeth
That night

Yeah...
Washing way down to my bones
To get a little closer to home
And find out where it all went wrong
That night

Was it my fault
Was it my fault
Was it my fault
Was it my fault

Oh, no
Cuz' I'm going down
To the place where you had found me
And hope that I would see you again
Do you remember me, remember me?
You were down
And you hoped that I could drown
To lift you oh, from hell

Was it my fault
Was it my fault
Was it my fault
Was it my fault

(Oooh)
Washing...
(Oooh)
Washing every inch..., yeah
(Oooh)
Washing every inch of...
(Oooh)
I'm washing every inch of me...

Every day of my life,
Through the pain in the straigth,
I'm washing me
(Oooh)

Every day of my life,
I know the path where's my
I'm washing me...

Yeah, oh
Parapapapa, uh
Uhh
Parapapapa, uh
Uhh
Parapapapa, uh
Uhh