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Little Grave

Traducció: George Hamilton IV. Greu poc.

She's in love with herself, she likes the dark An' on her milk white neck, the Devil's mark Now it's all Hallows Eve, the moon is full Oh, will she trick

When I was a boy I could not stand the silence I needed the noise I was underage and overjoyed Changing my ways But there's so many ways to change I'

Strange town, shake down Sink or swim Old flames, stage names Shed your skin Always and never We change like the weather Long gone, house young Memories

these little white lies These little white lies like I don't miss you I tell myself these little white lies These little white lies like I don't love you I tell myself these little

I never told you the truth Holding your hand at the end of the rainbow Left you with nothing to lose I can't cry anymore I can't cry anymore I used

No one knows the way Which way the wind is gonna (The wind) Blow my mind Another day has slipped And I have wasted so much (Away) Time goes by I feel

I think you oughta reconsider what you said Talk to all the people living in your head Everyday all of the time Love is getting harder to find You splashed

been contemporary Dig a little deeper, dig a little deeper All art has been contemporary Dig a little deeper, dig a little deeper Dig a little deeper, dig a little deeper Dig a little