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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z  Текст (слова) песни: Alkaline Trio - This Could Be Love"This Could Be Love" Ive got a book of matches Ive got a can of kerosene Ive got some mad ideas involving you and me I dont blame you for walking away I touched myself at thoughts of flames I shat the bed and laid there in it Thinking of you wide awake for days Wide awake for days And I found you tongue-tied ;my twisted little brain You couldnt crack a smile I didnt catch your name I dont blame you for walking away Id do the same if I saw me I swear its not contagious In four short steps we can erase this Step one -- slit my throat Step two -- play in my blood Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house Step four -- stop off at Edgebrook Creek and rinse your crimson hands You took me hostage and made your demands I couldnt meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one... One by one... Im like a broken record Ive got a needle scratching me It injects the poison of alcohol I.V. I dont blame you for walking away Id do the same if I saw me I swear its not contagious I swear to God its not contagious Step one -- slit my throat Step two -- play in my blood Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house Step four -- stop at Lake Michigan and rinse your crimson hands You took me hostage and made your demands I couldnt meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one This could be love - love for fire This could be love - love for fire This could be love for fire forevermore Step one -- slit my throat Step two -- play in my blood Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house Step four -- stop at Berkley Marina and rinse your crimson hands You took me hostage, made your demands I couldnt meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one One by one |
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