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  • Текст песни Trophy Scars - Botanicas

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    I swear to god I've only been to three botanicas
    A holy sermon and two bars under candlelight
    And I was cleansed at all but the only problem was
    I can't remember anything or what the problem was

    I howled in the moonlight
    I drank my cupboards dry
    I shined my soul to all
    I sang with all my friends that night

    And they sang with me too, yeah...

    These are the demigods
    These are the statuettes
    These are the candles you put on shelf and you sell as a spell, well

    That morning I woke I got to my feet
    I cooked up some coffee then went back to sleep
    It's just these days
    These days yeah

    All the money I spend is worth the trouble I find
    I still miss you too much but pretend that it's fine
    And all I can say
    And all I can say is, yeah

    These are the demigods
    These are the statuettes

    I scream in my sleep
    I moan and I yell
    I long for a potion
    I ache for a spell
    To rid me of this terror
    These endless nights of horror
    I wish I remembered
    That night when I fell
    You condemned the whole city
    You plagued us to hell
    I thought you were just joking
    I swore "She must be joking,"

    How could I forget
    You in sunsets
    Your soft silhouette
    The spell that you said

    Big sunglasses
    Vanilla milkshake
    Cherry lipstick
    The look that you gave

    You summoned the ghosts
    Well now you've got 'em
    Your heart's cold revenge
    For your head's little problems
    I hope they let you sleep
    So I can get some sleep
    The spell books and candles
    The potions in bottles
    You spoke yourself ill
    Despite what's in common
    With your rational behavior
    Sarcastic tone and nature

    I wonder how I
    Get so tired
    When I set my
    Bed on fire

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