Текст песни «Whatever Burns The Best, Baby» от Herman Dune

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Herman Dune - "Whatever Burns The Best, Baby"

Lyrics to Whatever Burns The Best, Baby :

theres a star above my head and it wouldnt shine for me

though Ive had my share of darkness and there is nothing I can see

theres a track there in the mountains theres your picture in my wallet

and theres a twelve-pack in my trunk and bag full of grass

and there are five books on your desk and a gold ring in the sink

and there are tattoos on your skin and theres carole king

and you are sitting on the stairs and you are overestimated

and theres a bunk bed in a motel and your name on my sweater

well you can set them on fire, baby

whatever burns the best, baby, whatever burns the best, baby, whatever burns the best, baby

and I was drowning in a puddle with my paddle in the sewer

I was eaten by a vortex and cast down to the bottom

and in the vortex I was dying and I called out your name

but you didnt answer much and you kept it shut instead

and I was hidden in a cave and I was all freaked out

and there were morlocks all around me and I couldnt even fight

and they were all pressed up around me and they were calling me a fag

and they stabbed me with a dagger and they beat up my ass

and they dragged me in their tunnels and they cleaned me out

but they didnt take the wallet with your picture inside

well you know now you can set it on fire, baby

whatever burns the best, baby, whatever burns the best, baby, whatever burns the best, baby

and in the junkyard in the summer in the dumpster by the river

in the old house in the wood and in the neighborhood

you can try to make it up to me by the doorway where I called you a silly ass bitch 

and still you could put up with me and whatever you get your kicks on, baby

whatever burns the best, baby...
[ Whatever Burns The Best, Baby Lyrics  ]

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