Текст (слова) песни: Whitmore - Johnny Bells Greenhouse
I know she told you everything Before she finished me Well you know now that it`s all my fault Please don`t take it personally I hate you and you hate me But maybe we can sort this out
I don`t know what you can say Your own problems aren`t far away Maybe you should look at yourself
Don`t stand up Don`t speak up Don`t tell me it`s fucked up now, tell me it`ll never end Don`t stand up Don`t shoot up Don`t tell me it`s over now, just tick me to the weekend
I know she took everything All the ganja I could bring It`s always the same in the end You know I`ll never beat on you Maybe I can see you soon And maybe we can still be friends
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