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Basketball

  • Автор: Bright Eyes
  • Текст песни:
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    so i’m just the medecine
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    you take when your sick
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    you get well and thats it
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    i’m put back on the shelf in your mirror
    
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    and it isn’t exceptional
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    the corse of our fate
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    so people love and they hate
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    and i guess it’s just our turn to hate
    
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    yeah,you were just some song i wrote
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    a poem on a page
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    a sculpture i made out of clay
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    desire was the flame
    
    but now your more of a basketball
    boys just pass you around
    they bouce you hard on the ground 
    and dribble
    and then we all get high fives
    
    and you think i’m an asshole now
    well you’re proably right
    but at least i’m not blind to the facts 
    i’ve been wishing were lies
    
    but still i hope you get everything
    that you care to posess
    and unbeleivable sex with him
    or anyone of my friends
    
    but just don’t ask about my apetite 
    i dind’t loose it tonight
    no, it’s been gone half my life
    it’s just i have been eating for you
     
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