Letra de Terror in the girls room de A Smile From The Trenches
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Letra de TERROR IN THE GIRLS ROOM de A SMILE FROM THE TRENCHES.
( A Smile From The Trenches )
As beauty fades to black and autumn paints this town
Well I´m still golden like the sun with no fear of falling down
Multiplying memories flicker across my mind
As blood stains my hands
You can´t say that I didn´t try (didn´t try)
With his face to the curb
I´m ready to dance (I´m ready to dance)
You´re so pretty
You´re so pretty
[x2]
With one last touch I´ll slice your chest
And this time I´ll wear your heart on my sleeve as my defense
So now I´ve had the taste of blood
And the stains are on my hands
No regrets of what I´ve done
Cause to me Baby your so worth it
We´ll dig a hole
Where only half will fit
And then we´ll break his back
Make him a contortionist (a contortionist)
With his face to the curb
I´m ready to dance (I´m ready to dance)
You´re so pretty
You´re so pretty
[x2]
With one last touch I´ll slice your chest
And this time I´ll wear your heart on my sleeve as my defense
Let´s forget everything (let´s forget)
Let it paint the concrete red (concrete red)
We´ll sit point and laugh
At how funny he looks dead
[x3]
How funny you look dead!
[x3]
Well I´m still golden like the sun with no fear of falling down
Multiplying memories flicker across my mind
As blood stains my hands
You can´t say that I didn´t try (didn´t try)
With his face to the curb
I´m ready to dance (I´m ready to dance)
You´re so pretty
You´re so pretty
[x2]
With one last touch I´ll slice your chest
And this time I´ll wear your heart on my sleeve as my defense
So now I´ve had the taste of blood
And the stains are on my hands
No regrets of what I´ve done
Cause to me Baby your so worth it
We´ll dig a hole
Where only half will fit
And then we´ll break his back
Make him a contortionist (a contortionist)
With his face to the curb
I´m ready to dance (I´m ready to dance)
You´re so pretty
You´re so pretty
[x2]
With one last touch I´ll slice your chest
And this time I´ll wear your heart on my sleeve as my defense
Let´s forget everything (let´s forget)
Let it paint the concrete red (concrete red)
We´ll sit point and laugh
At how funny he looks dead
[x3]
How funny you look dead!
[x3]
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