Imprimer - Paroles Mania

This town forgets to draw ist blinds
I see the last-ditch carnal crimes
I hear the sadness holler
it speaks to me
I finger
you as the bad guy
riding in high-style
horse draw-man,gun draw-man, black cowboy-hat / (?)
I´m sleeping couchside TV glows
with all the last-ditch midnight shows
A mal-recount we muster (? a mellow recount ?)
atrocity I wish that
You come back to me
turn off my TV
hold me close
and kiss me low
and fuck me like Batman.
*SOLO*
I know my wishes won´t come true
I hate the bitterness in you
rain clouds conspire against me
the heavens cry for only
one broken promise
you held against this
blood flowing
and scars showing
and you won´t be back

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