Вершы: Raconteurs. Consolers Of The Lonely. Pull This Blanket Off.

Pull this blanket off of me
Maybe it'll help me see
The things I believe to be true

I'm paying for what should be free
But I don't buy what they're telling me
And I wanna believe in you

It's not sticking to your guns
When everybody's having fun
Makes me wanna run
I don't know what to do

Not everything is what it seems
Maybe these boys don't have dreams
I can't blame 'em
Some dreams are worse than the truth

Alright, goodnight