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Sing a song to make me sober Fire lips over the hill Clap your tongue when this is over Choice is yours and nothing's real There's a place somewhere else to go There's a place where you won't grow much Dust is just a way back home And your box is the first Don't come around I'm on my knees Don't come around my story dwells In the background Sing a song and paint it older Fingertips, I'm as fake As the favortie snake of mothers So make me sober, not awake There are grasses I won't know much Where the final lights will glow There are curtains that I won't touch So feel the pain and let me draw When I'm loosing a verse Don't come around I'm on my knees Don't come around my story dwells In the background (Merci à Raya pour cettes paroles) Aus Songtexte Mania