Текст и слова песни The Number Twelve Looks Like You – If These Bullets Could Talk
What you"ve accomplished towards me was sickening
So I"ll be sure to return the favor.
You hurt me horribly, I turned back, you killed me.
I haven"t for much, but I"ll ask you this...
Why would you destroy your best friend...
I"m so tired of looking into mirrors, just to see the reflection cry.
So plain and simple, I need you to die.
As there piling away your worthless body
I"ll be sure to shatter the tombstones that are laid
Theres nothing more I"d rather see
Than you chasing bullets as you fall into a tunnel
Then your heart goes comatose and your appendages torn off
Sending out the harmony that you"re gone
You"re gone
YOU"RE GONE!
Place this picture of my face in your lovers" hands,
Watch her dying in pain and disbelief.
Now you"re gone, now you"re gone...
YOU"RE GONE!!!
I feel that I"ve done my part,
But now it"s time to stop this beating heart...
How could you destroy
Your best friend
But now it"s time, for me, to stop... beating
6. Bambi The Hooker And A Case A Beer
From these bloody hills
Comes unmixed oil and water
Concen
115d
trated by abstract particles
Distilled through cross pollination
So I"ll be sure to return the favor.
You hurt me horribly, I turned back, you killed me.
I haven"t for much, but I"ll ask you this...
Why would you destroy your best friend...
I"m so tired of looking into mirrors, just to see the reflection cry.
So plain and simple, I need you to die.
As there piling away your worthless body
I"ll be sure to shatter the tombstones that are laid
Theres nothing more I"d rather see
Than you chasing bullets as you fall into a tunnel
Then your heart goes comatose and your appendages torn off
Sending out the harmony that you"re gone
You"re gone
YOU"RE GONE!
Place this picture of my face in your lovers" hands,
Watch her dying in pain and disbelief.
Now you"re gone, now you"re gone...
YOU"RE GONE!!!
I feel that I"ve done my part,
But now it"s time to stop this beating heart...
How could you destroy
Your best friend
But now it"s time, for me, to stop... beating
6. Bambi The Hooker And A Case A Beer
From these bloody hills
Comes unmixed oil and water
Concen
115d
trated by abstract particles
Distilled through cross pollination
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