Contactez-nous

• Artiste: Jakey
• Titre: Pine Barrens (Album Version)
Assurez-vous que les corrections sont tout à fait exactes
S'il vous plaît, les mettez en évidence en quelque sorte!
Vous pouvez, par exemple, écrire
INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
And he's willing to do whatever it takes to give first love a second chance— I could be the one to take you home Late nights, staring at your phone I could make you feel like you're in love I could be the one to make you quit Late nights, when you feel like shit I could make you feel so damn alone If you took my place Would you change my ways? Would you change my name? Would you change my face? If you took my spot Would you change a lot? Would you change it all? Would you change it-it-it-it— Maybe this is what I get for leaving you out in the cold Drag my body to the woods and let me go Paint a picture of my life into the snow Pull the trigger like I'd never even know Maybe this is what I get for leaving you out in the rain Pop the trunk and drop my body in the grain Throw a shovel at me, yell to dig a grave Put the pistol to my ear, I heard it say In the black-on-black or the white-on-white It don't matter what you wear when you die, right? In the 605 or the 212 It don't matter where you go when I find you You can run all day, you can run all night But in the end, you know I'm always right, oh no In the 605 or the 212 It don't matter where you go when I find you It don't matter where you go when I find you I could be the one to take you home Late nights, staring at your phone I could make you feel like you're in love (I could make you feel like you're in love) I could be the one to make you quit Late nights, when you feel like shit I could make you feel so damn alone Man, it's so like me to do this shit last minute Living in the past like I'm still stuck in it You ain't even gotta ask, I'll admit it, I'll admit it Hit the backstage pass 'til my last day living Card can't max, rack me up with no limit Bullets in the snow, red leather hide the blood better Carve black lines in the white like a love letter Runnin' through the 605 with my woes Maybe this is what I get for leaving you out in the cold Drag my body to the woods and let me go Paint a picture of my life into the snow Pull the trigger like I'd never even know Maybe this is what I get for leaving you out in the rain Pop the trunk and drop my body in the grain Throw a shovel at me, yell to dig a grave Put the pistol to my ear, I heard it say In the black-on-black or the white-on-white It don't matter what you wear when you die, right? In the 605 or the 212 It don't matter where you go when I find you You can run all day, you can run all night (Where the fuck you gonna run to?) But in the end, you know I'm always right, oh no In the 605 or the 212 It don't matter where you go when I find you It don't matter where you go when I find you I could be the one to take you home Late nights, staring at your phone I could make you feel like you're in love I could be the one to make you quit Late nights when you feel like shit I could make you feel so damn alone