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Вершы: Colour Of Fire. Other. Cut It.


I can't cut it,
so I blow smoke in her eyes,
our legs hanging over the edge
and baby I got cramp.
soon I'll cut it,
so hard and so clear,
you reach far and get so near
to my body, it shakes,
I get a full blown itch and a...

Vision in my head of you and her,
a vision in my head of you and her,
so vivid I can't ignore, so perfect, so fuckin' pure.
I get a vision in my head of you and her,
a vision in my head of you and her,
so vivid I can't ignore
so perfect but there's,
nothing in my heart.
there's nothing in my heart.

There's a risk, there's a risk
when you know you've got a product,
and your eager to sell
There's a risk, there's a risk
I know you've got a product,
but it shouldn't be love

I get a vision in my head of you and her,
a vision in my head of you and her,
I'm shifting away from the taller words,
pulling my face through the noiseless thoughts
I get a vision in my head of you and her,
a vision in my head of you and her,
I can't decide which life to take,
All I'm feeling now, is
nothing in my heart,
there's nothing in my heart
(Its red and its raw)
Colour Of Fire
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