Paroles de A Futuristic Dracula
Ten days of overwhelming guilt,And ten night of worshipping you.
You told me to write it in a letter,
But I just refused and then I sang:
Na-na-na-na.
Through the door you wandered,
Out from the cold.
The touch of your skin sent shivers,
Down my spine,
But the crazy thing, you won't love me.
F-U-T-U-R-I-S-T-I-C D-R-A-C-U-L-A
That's what you've become a Futuristic Dracula.
You say your coming back,
You're never coming back.
All these things, they make no sense,
And you're fangs they shine,
Reflecting you're regrets.
I will sing for you. I will sing.
All these things, they make no sense,
And you're fangs they shine, If I trusted you would I be in over my head?
But the crazy thing, you won't love me
Out from the cold.
The touch of your skin sent shivers,
Down my spine,
But the crazy thing, you won't love me.
F-U-T-U-R-I-S-T-I-C D-R-A-C-U-L-A
That's what you've become a Futuristic Dracula.
You say your coming back,
You're never coming back.
All these things, they make no sense,
And you're fangs they shine,
Reflecting you're regrets.
I will sing for you. I will sing.
All these things, they make no sense,
And you're fangs they shine, If I trusted you would I be in over my head?
But the crazy thing, you won't love me
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