Letra de Trashed, Lost & Strungout - Children Of Bodom
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Whoa yeah!
1,2,3,40 and the thrill in the bright sweet night is a question of you
Trying to be kicking ass to help me out after you know I never wanna go
Before I go high, I'm very down
The only bottle left to drink again and again
The only try for the other way to be, why do I slice them out
When together try something drug you question me what's to coming out
Before I go high, I'm very down
The only bottle left to drink again and again
Come on!
Maybe I set my tracks my life to the fuckin' baby turn to you
And the trashed people asking my head
Until I sweat now tell me what the fuck to do
One day I gettin' to the point where I can't do,
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Nothing but try to be strungout on you
Let me down, waiting down below.. for the fleeting past to let go
Well to the end I raise my better half, pimpin' up my own reflection
Forever I saw kissin' you goodbye, to give my soul addiction
Before I walk I need the ground
You know me poor, I never return
Up yours and next you tell me FUCKIN' WHORE!
The only bottle left to drink before I go
One day I gettin' to the point where I can't do,
Nothing but try to be strungout on you
Let me down, waiting down below.. for the fleeting past to let go
Well to the end I raise my better half, pimpin' up my own reflection
Forever I saw kissin' you goodbye, to give my soul addiction
1,2,3,40 and the thrill in the bright sweet night is a question of you
Trying to be kicking ass to help me out after you know I never wanna go
Before I go high, I'm very down
The only bottle left to drink again and again
The only try for the other way to be, why do I slice them out
When together try something drug you question me what's to coming out
Before I go high, I'm very down
The only bottle left to drink again and again
Come on!
Maybe I set my tracks my life to the fuckin' baby turn to you
And the trashed people asking my head
Until I sweat now tell me what the fuck to do
One day I gettin' to the point where I can't do,
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/trashed--lost-y-strungout-children-of-bodom.php
Nothing but try to be strungout on you
Let me down, waiting down below.. for the fleeting past to let go
Well to the end I raise my better half, pimpin' up my own reflection
Forever I saw kissin' you goodbye, to give my soul addiction
Before I walk I need the ground
You know me poor, I never return
Up yours and next you tell me FUCKIN' WHORE!
The only bottle left to drink before I go
One day I gettin' to the point where I can't do,
Nothing but try to be strungout on you
Let me down, waiting down below.. for the fleeting past to let go
Well to the end I raise my better half, pimpin' up my own reflection
Forever I saw kissin' you goodbye, to give my soul addiction
