"I'm sorry" "Now you can say it" "What am I suppose to say?" "Chris is so cute" "But you're on Blanche, you're on" "Fasten your seatbelts darling, it'
over. It's a drunken blur. And I'm Alive but not living Anymore. This is a loss of innocence. Cheap sex and faceless friends. It's all wrong, all wrong. Seatbelts
Nothing to see here outlined in white just the red on the carpet the screne of the crime the devil made you do it why do it just for the fashion where
I'm sorry, now you can say it, what am I suppose to say? Chris is so cute but you're on blanch, you're on Fasten your seat belts, darling, it's gonna
s a drunken blur. And I'm Alive but not living Anymore. This is a loss of innocence. Cheap sex and faceless friends. It's all wrong, all wrong. Seatbelts
Nothing to see here outlined in white just the red on the carpet the screne of the crime the devil made you do it why do it just for the fashion
Traduction: Janet Jackson. Interlude attachez vos ceintures de sécurité-.
Traduction: Janet Jackson. Attachez vos ceintures de sécurité.
Traduction: Lux Courageous. Les ceintures de sécurité sont des sauveurs.
's a drunken blur. And I'm Alive but not living Anymore. This is a loss of innocence. Cheap sex and faceless friends. It's all wrong, all wrong. Seatbelts
Silently he lays in his bed Holding on close to the dark colored sheets That he hopes will somehow listen to his words Can't wait for morning light
So, it's sad that doesn't suit you now. And me fresh out of rope... Please ignore this lisp, I never meant to sound like this. So take me and break me
Soundboy... Soundboy...you're too young to play that sound now... Combination style! Ladies and gentlemen...fasten your seatbelts!
The signal flares will light the way to the scene of the accident, where we'll dance like a pile of teeth in a broken mouth. Such a sick celebration.
So it's sad this doesn't suit you now and me fresh out of rope Please ignore the lisp, I never meant to sound like this So take me and break me and make
The signal flares, will light the way To the scene of the accident where we'll dance Like a pile of teeth in a broken mouth Such a sick celebration But
Nothing to see here outlined in white just the red on the carpet the scene of the crime the devil made you do it WHY DO IT JUST FOR THE FASHION? where