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• Artiste: John Maus
• Titre: Love Letters From Hell
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Well I'm fillin in for Gracie Roberts tonight, yeah I'm feelin very sorry that it hasn't rained all year I'm feelin very sorry that I, that I've got the fear It's taking time to sort through my winding mind When i can smell her on my neck (yeah) You've got to, you've got to run away You've got to, you've got to find a way, baby You've got to fade away Until there's no one left but you The ship is down Skins is on the sidewalk Filling things with acid Mom is in the kitchen Crying for her father Meaningless as music Making as amusements Slides into the doorway Chattering like horseplay I am, I am sending you a love letter from hell Fuck the boys, fuck all the boys Fuck girls while you're at it Load into a limousine Well I'm fillin in for Gracie Roberts tonight, yeah I'm feelin very sorry that it hasn't rained all year I'm feelin very sorry that I that ive got the fear It's taking time to sort through my winding mind When I can smell her on my neck (yeah) You've got to, you've got to run away You've got to, you've got to find a way, baby You've got to fade away 'Til there's no one left but you The ship is down