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Placebo Black Market

Black eyed, black eyed Black eyed, black eyed Black eyed, black eyed Black eyed, black eyed Black eyed, broken home Black eyed, broken home Black eyed, broken home Black

Coming up beyond belief On this coronary thief More than just a leitmotif More chaotic, no relief I'll describe the way I feel Weeping wounds that never

Slip and stumble at my first offenses It's not treason, it's no lie You talk in paragraphs, I write my sentence It's not treason, it's no lie It seemed

I'm careful not to fall have to climb your wall 'Cause you're the one who makes me feel much taller than you are I'm just a peeping Tom on my own for

Days before you came Freezing cold and empty Towns that change their name And a horn of plenty Days before you came Counting breaths inside me Even crack

I wrote this novel just for you It sounds pretentious but it's true I wrote this novel just for you That's why it's vulgar That's why it's blue And I

Revolution, dope, guns, fucking in the streets [x2] Aces take your time Queens are left for dead Jacks can stand in line And touch themselves instead

the sliding mud She's preparing for the flood Running on black market blood Black market blood Black market blood Black market blood Black market

Oversættelse: Placebo. Black Market Blood.