Текст песни The Airborne Toxic Event - Papillon

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All dressed up, no place to run No car, no girl, no pills, no fun Nothing to do in this empty room I gotta get my head together soon Alone again, no fans, no friends You call me up at half past ten And say "How are you holding up my friend? Are you sitting around getting drunk again?" And I hear the desperation of those lines Wasted hours, all this wasted time Yeah, I been just fine! And you're at my door in an hour more I stumble down from the second floor And we're swaying and braying We don't know what we're saying And you grab my shirt, your way so curt I swear to God that this doesn't hurt When you stare like that, you put on that act You'll say something and then you take it back And I feel as though I've done something wrong Oh, how I miss you and your gun And I wish I had the guts to scream You know, things aren't always what they seem When you walk away, I want you to stay Don't leave me here to pace and pray All these nights I lose you As I turn you think that by now I heard That you're only what you pretend to be I guess that was just lost on me And I can't stand the way you look at me In that dress Oh, Papillon, I might be alright i guess, If i wasn't such a mess. I'm such a mess

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