Paroles de We're Talking About Practice
Turn off the lights, and turn me on.She is a dead ringer, for all of these dead singers.
Advocate the devil in me.
Run it dry until I'm ready to go.
It's a frenzy, it's a feeding. Rags to riches entertaining.
I'm still searching in my sheets for you.
I'm gonna get you too.
I'm still looking, as I sing out for you.
You're surrounded, hiding in those pretty people.
I got hungry, so I hate the hand, after I ate
Everything it had been feeding me.
I'm so over the top of her dead body.
(I'm so perfect, I know I wanna make you practice.)
(You all look the same, catch me spitting on your image.)
It's a frenzy, it's a feeding. Rags to riches entertaining.
I'm still searching in my sheets for you.
I'm gonna get you too.
I'm still looking, as I sing out for you.
You're surrounded, hiding in those pretty people.
I can take you. I can make you perfect.
I'm still searching in my sheets for you.
I'm gonna get you too.
I'm still looking, as I sing out for you.
You're surrounded, hiding in those pretty people.
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