Arsonists Get All The Girls — This Time You're Going To Get It Dirty Shelly tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "This Time You're Going To Get It Dirty Shelly", wykonawca: Arsonists Get All The Girls.
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You want it all the time
So smooth to me With us all on the other line
Powerhousing bills as well as Conspiracy’s they write
Of our time management
Come now
The board is clean
For a new conspiracy
I’ll never love a demon child
For the rest of my days
The logic of a slut wearing a white dress
Never made sense to me So I Face the facts of time
Oh it’s so great
She’s so great
(You'll never understand)
These walls are closed
(The logic of lust)
This mind is expansive
(You'll never understand)
There is just time
(The logic of lust)
«be you me»
Claims the Queen to the King
That
This feud
Was to last
Until blood spilt
Onto one or the others gowns
Making me
(Liar liar hypocrite)
Count the days
In my room
With the mind
Of drawing
And the touch of craft
That was so intent
To demean my corridor
And unleash colours to all
This is the taste of passing
Same as the taste of Stressing over body placement
You walk down the streets so clean
The red lights glimmer in your eyes
I can never forgive the stains left
Behind in a back alley hotel room
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You want it all the time
So smooth to me With us all on the other line
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Of our time management
Chodź.
Tablica jest czysta.
For a new conspiracy
Nigdy nie pokocham dziecka demona.
For the rest of my days
Logika dziwki w białej sukience
Nigdy nie miało to dla mnie sensu, więc stawię czoła faktom czasu.
To takie wspaniałe.
Jest taka wspaniała.
(You ' ll never understand)
Te ściany są zamknięte.
(The logic of lust)
Ten umysł jest ekspansywny.
(You ' ll never understand)
There ' s just time
(The logic of lust)
"be you me»
Żąda Królowej do króla
Że
Ten spór
Was to last
Until blood spilt
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Making me
(Kłamca kłamca hipokryta)
Count the days
In my room
With the mind
Z rysunków
And the touch of craft
To było takie zamierzone.
By upokorzyć mój korytarz
And unleash colours to all
To smak przemijania.
Taki sam jak smak stresu nad ułożeniem ciała
You walk down the streets so clean
The red lights glimmer in your eyes
Nigdy nie wybaczę plam, które pozostały.
Z tyłu w pokoju hotelowym w alejce