Текст песни Favorite Transgressions - Sleigh Bells
My
past
is
littered
with
the
bones
of
men
who
Were
fools
enough
to
sleep
on
me
A
missionary
in
a
sea
of
mercenaries
Who
knows
what
the
past
will
bring?
My
favorite
transgressions
Lost
track
of
the
light
My
favorite
transgressions
Lost
track
of
the
light
From
the
edge
of
a
life
in
the
present
tense
I
need
something
that
resembles
a
defense
My
past
is
littered
with
the
bones
of
men
who
Were
fools
enough
to
sleep
on
me
No
reprieve,
no
redemption
No
reprieve,
no
redemption
No
reprieve,
no
redemption
No
reprieve,
no
redemption
Hideous
words
for
hideous
things
How
dare
you,
how
embarrassing
When
I
wanna
get
cut
in
the
middle
of
the
night
Well,
I
know
how
to
clip
the
wings
Hideous
words
for
hideous
things
How
dare
you,
how
embarrassing
When
I
wanna
get
cut
in
the
middle
of
the
night
Well,
I
know
how
to
clip
the
wings
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