Black Thumbnail - текст песни
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My cold, cold, stellar heart says get on your way
I aint to proud to say but thats how I'm made.
I'll be that person 'til my dying day
I try so awful hard, but I can't change.
From runways to the road, I ramble alone
This thumbnail sized of a heart is black as cole
Your beauty, it still brings me to my knees
Don't waste a tear on me, this is my disease
Don't need no slow man
Don't need no slow man
I know I'm pickin up speed
Don't need no slow man
Those preppy boys in blue
They're makin fun of us
So we take it to the streets
Cuz we want to be first
But we're not here to make your children bleed
We're here to come around with the tumble weed
Don't need no slow man
Don't need no slow man
I know I'm pickin up speed
Don't need no slow man
Now guitar, go get her!
Don't take these boots off me when you're thinking I'm dead
I'll still be running from the demon in my head
I'll be that person 'til my dying day
I try so awful hard, but I can't change
Don't need no slow man
Don't need no slow man
I know I'm pickin up speed
Don't need no slow man
Don't need no...
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