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Artiste:
Ashe
Titre:
Pushing Daisies
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I dreamt you hate me, so we fought, and then we broke up You packed your things, and called your Mom, and then I woke up When I rolled over, I saw you and you were sleeping So unaware that I was angry and I'm leaving Why can't I ever dream of daisies? (Spring, it is like summer, can't be sweating in the Sun) Yes, oh yes, oh yes come and save me (I've got nowhere left to run) I think I got insomnia, and she's a queen She likes to go out dancing under the sheets Shе might be out to kill me, and I'm afraid I might be pushing daisiеs Skinny dipping in the river, I cut my feet on Some broken glass, then I went walking and nearly bled out The trail behind me in the snow hallucinated I grabbed a needle and a thread to patch myself up Why can't I ever dream of daisies? (Spring, it is like summer, can't be sweating in the Sun) Yes, oh yes, oh yes come and save me (I've got nowhere left to run) I think I got insomnia, and she's a queen She likes to go out dancing under the sheets She might be out to kill me, and I'm afraid I might be pushing daisies Look at what you've done, your arms are wrapped around her Looking at me now, you're smiling like a liar Look at what you've done, you've set my world on fire Dreaming of a better you I think I got insomnia, and she's a queen She likes to go out dancing under the sheets She might be out to kill me, and I'm afraid I might be pushing daisies (I've got nowhere left to run) I think I got insomnia, and she's a queen She likes to go out dancing under the sheets She might be out to kill me, and I'm afraid I might be pushing daisies (I've got nowhere left to run) She might be out to kill me, and I'm afraid I might be pushing daisies