You make me come You make me complete You make me completely miserable Stuck to a chair watchin' this Story about me Everything goes by so fast Making
You make me complete You make me completely miserable Yeah, yeah..You make me come Yeah, yeah..You make me complete Yeah, yeah..You make me completely miserable
fear I?m not afraid of being here So much the same It makes me helpless alone You make me come You make me complete You make me completely miserable
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should fear I?m not afraid of being here So much the same It makes me helpless alone You make me come You make me complete You make me completely miserable
Auntie, I still feel your timeless sorrow Before you died, it's like your body was mine to borrow Like I jumped in your physical shell while you was Going through miserable
am, I am, I am) I'm not miserable So the hymns that I sung Prayers for the fucked From a bitter, forked tongue Sing of history now Though the corners are lit
We're gonna die like this, you know Miserable and old Really gotta hand it to you Really gotta hand it to you Are you positive? Absolutely sure? Well
be spoken There's a pain goes on and on Empty chairs at empty tables Now my friends are dead and gone Here they talked of revolution Here it was they lit
chair [Billy Flynn] They're dead. Family fortune swept away. You're educated as a sacred heart. Then you fell into a runaway marriage. Left you miserable
light, red, white or blue Cold is my touch freezing Summons by name, I am the overseer over you Overseer Given this command to watch over our miserable
, red, white or blue. Cold is my touch (freezing). Summoned by name -- I am the overseer over you. Given this command to watch o'er our miserable sphere
that ask Tonight I'm cracking, I'm murder acting Foot lit the visual of my lines I'll smoke and drink it, I'll eat and think it Miserable the murder
tres vite fatigues D'autres plus jeunes les ont remplaces Croisant guitares coleres de la meme maniere Angleterre, Angleterre. Thatcher te coute cher Angleterre, Angleterre, sur tes murs se lit la misere