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• Artiste: Protest The Hero
• Titre: Hair-Trigger
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That sweet little redhead's got her hooks in my back she points her finger and she shows me what i lack her pale skin, it burns so hot in the midnight air she paints the streets a shade of grey and around my chair her hot breath on my skin and her scent on my fingers her taste is on my mind, it constantly lingers on and on until i can breather her again on and on until i can believe her again on and on until i can grieve her again on and on until i can leave her in the end every kiss is a little sickening i can feel death's fingers quickening tightening my passage ways if you can't count the years start counting the days try to remember that she hates you, and though she might elate you, she tries to kill the great that's in you now she's hand picked the fate that awaits you, but despite her words it's not too late... I wrote a goddamn love song, to praise everything i hate and kids worldwide sand the chorus line and they sealed my picture's frame she might run shit for right now, but I'll be damned if it's forever and always as the chorus line fades away like friends in high school hallways oh, i got this feeling, that things will never be the same 'what about those rainy nights in london? what about the crippling desert heat? what about all those times you swore you'd never leave me' 'what about the hospital in L.A.?' 'you took me back after that night' 'what about that blackened image in my mind?' 'i swear I'll burn with a new light' 'what about that frozen, dripping holiday bird thats cold?' she's cold as ice...