Текст песни: Sick Days + перевод

Somewhere in between sensible obscene

I chose to live my life like the prophets did

In style, in style, in style, in style

It’s a game I learned to play by her claims

I refuse, I refuse, I refuse, I refuse

To learn their ways…

Somewhere in between sensible obscene

I chose to live my life like the prophets did

In style, in style, in style, in style

It’s a game I learned to play by her claims

I refuse, I refuse, I refuse, I refuse

To learn their ways…

I can’t see the stars from the back of the car

It’s nothing, It’s nothing

I can’t see the stars from the back of the car

It’s nothing, It’s nothing

I can’t see the stars from the back of the car

It’s nothing, It’s nothing

I can’t see the stars from the back of the car

It’s nothing, It’s nothing

It’s a game I learned to play by her claims

I refuse, I refuse, I refuse, I refuse

To learn…

I can’t see the stars from the back of the car

I can’t see the stars from the back of the car

I can’t see the stars from the back of the car

I can’t see the stars from the back of the car

Somewhere in between sensible obscene…

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