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Drop Dead Lane - evoL
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drop Dead Lane
Drop Dead Lane
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Oleg Verov
Oleg Verov
Composer
Dmitry Ilyaguev
Dmitry Ilyaguev
Songwriter
Levan Beniev
Levan Beniev
Songwriter

Lyrics

You're thinking that's understandable Hitting me up on the fucking telephone Threatening me you cut your veins In your bathroom if you keep staying alone You thinking that's understandable But I think you just need a clinical care I'm not coming back, you're insatiable We're done, I've already told you so You're thinking that's understandable Hitting me up on the fucking telephone Threatening me you cut your veins In your bathroom if you keep staying alone You thinking that's understandable But I think you just need a clinical care I'm not coming back, you're insatiable We're done, I've already told you so We're done now. My heart broke into pieces, ouch! I was an excellent student, but love is to hard task For me to solve it out, my soul got stuck somewhere I'm so tired, but "sold out" is the tag I put on my love to you You bought that for the price we both regret Now you the sole owner, our contract is unchangeable And permanent, please face the fact. Move on! I'm not gonna pick up the phone You vainly spend seven days a week knocking at my door Calling every member of my family, that you fuckin' know I'm not mocking you at all, I just don't want you to fall in illusions 'Cause I've been living in them for the last several years Finally dispelled them and came to a conclusion That imaginary world is the only world that assumes our fusion Nobody, but me can stop this fucking chaos That is rapidly destroying our Personalities. We will never be together Find a way to accept this farewell letter You're thinking that's understandable Hitting me up on the fucking telephone Threatening me you cut your veins In your bathroom if you keep staying alone You thinking that's understandable But I think you just need a clinical care I'm not coming back, you're insatiable We're done, I've already told you so Where's that bitch called love at? Why we haven't met yet? You think you worth more than waiting for you near trash can? Think I shouldn't crumple you and throw you fuckin' in there? You never gave me a chance, guess that's just how it works, hell Remember I was younger, yo, remind you what you said before? You told me "eeeaahhh fuuuu" And that's what young kid should be getting? Wow! But now I am better, than regular whoever Weather getting colder now, goodbye, bitch, whatever Never dumbfound by a hoe, so confident, you never know What was going through my head every morning that I woke Joke for you maybe, don't know, I overcome it, yeah, for sure Therefore somewhere down low, below the anger of my sole Small hope still tries to hold on Ask me about love, I'm telling you, bro, I don't know Just hoping, that we never-ever-ever met before (You're thinking that's understandable?) Yes, I had issues back in a days No one before heard me saying But on a song it's easier to Speak about things I was going through If we talk love I got nothing to say And I almost sure I like it that way But don't even think that I'm complaining That is my story in your headphones playing You're thinking that's understandable Hitting me up on the fucking telephone Threatening me you cut your veins In your bathroom if you keep staying alone You thinking that's understandable But I think you just need a clinical care I'm not coming back, you're insatiable We're done, I've already told you so Nobody, but me can stop this fucking chaos That is rapidly destroying our Personalities. We will never be together Find a way to accept this farewell letter
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