Paroles:
To Die For Little Deaths

'm not the one who cries Later it's you who feels pain Kill me once, kill me twice I'm not the one who dies My life is full of little deaths I will be

NOT THE ONE WHO CRIES LATER IT'S YOU WHO FEELS PAIN KILL ME ONCE KILL ME TWICE I'M NOT THE ONE WHO DIES MY LIFE IS FULL OF LITTLE DEATHS I WILL

for behind hotel doors Oh, come on You pretend every slot machine is a robot amputee waving hello The people stare into their eyes and they feed them little

for behind hotel doors Oh come on Pretend every slot machine is a robot Amputee waving hello The people stare into their eyes And they feed them little

for behind hotel doors Oh, come on You pretend every slot machine is a robot amputee waving hello The people stare into their eyes and they feed them little

dove? It don't matter baby, we're both fucked. A little death. A sleight of hand. I bit your lip, you let me in. A little white god, a little white lie

Traduction: Death Cab For Cutie. Fury Bugs Little.

do You said the city has a beating heart That pushes people down the boulevard And they're all hoping for a wish fulfilled In a desert for a dollar bill

you'll discover that casual friends kept notes in their pockets to remember your name. and all these places we went to see sights just gave them excuses