Текст и слова песни Ben Weasel – In A Bad Place
In a bad place. In a sick frame of mind. In a bad way and you're no friend of mine. Started counting when she first saw the lightning flash. It's a sad thing, like a bitter little laugh. In a bad place she watched the sun rise again. It's a bad break but we all have our cross to bear. That night she lost count long before the thunder crashed. It's a sad thing, like a bitter little laugh. Scars never fade
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