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Tell me, if I were to smile now In the dead of the dark, would it even exist? Or is it hard to tell you treat me like a cheap motel sometimes? But nevertheless, I was prepared to die For that thing in your chest, fuck your money I fantasize about those nights you held me down And sewed your lips to mine Now I miss the pain sometimes in this so-called life There wеre shortcuts into heaven through your еyes We emptied our wrists on the dotted line Now I stay on my side of the city A refugee, no MTV Oh well, thank God for THC Now I, yeah, I miss the pain sometimes in this so-called life There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Now I Yeah I miss the pain sometimes in this so-called life There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes (Ba ba) Songtexte Am I the taste that you watered down Or am I the dust on your candy? You wash me off, then spit me out Once I lost taste inside your mouth Aus Songtexte Mania