Paroles: Bush. Sixteen Stone. Little Things.

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i bleach the sky
every night
loaded on wrong
and further from right
spinning around
two howling moons
cause they're always there
whatever i do

the river is loaded
i've been there today
took it some questions
she does me again
i'd die in your arms
if you were dead too
here comes a lie
we will always be true

going up
when coming down
scratch away way way way way

it's the little things that kill
tearing at my brains again
oh, the little things that kill
the little things that kill

bigger you give
bigger you get
we're boss at denial
but best at forget
the cupboard is empty
we really need food
summer is winter
and you always knew

little things that kill
tearing at my brains again
oh, the little, little....

i touch your mouth
my willy is food
addicted to love
i'm addicted to fools, shit
i kill you once
i kill you again
we're starving and crude
welcome my friends to the

little things that kill
tearing at my brains again
oh, the little things that kill
tearing at my brains agian
oh, the little, little.....

here come the little
here come the little, ah

little things that kill
you