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Pills by Primal Screamالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

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I'm gonna tell you the truth, the truth about you
The truth about you, you never been true
You ain't nothin', you got nothin' to say
Shine a light on you, you fade away
Fade away
(repeat chorus x4)

I woke up, felt drunk, throwin' up, pissin' blood
Think death, broke in, burnt out, holed in

Feel numb, i can't see, cracked hands, can't breathe
Ripped up, ripped out, can't crawl, can't whine

Get slayed, blast off, can't plant that bomb
That seed, go on bleed, that blood in saline

Take the blood, fold the skin, crack the guts,
Never been seen
Love is so steep, in water, in the sea

Knowing god, culled him, sell your guts, sore skin
Throwin' up, pissin' blood, won't come, still drunk

No time, we're out of time, can't crawl, can't walk
Jet me, blast off, can't blame cock farms

Back seat, promise me, bad blood, dead dreams
Dead dreams, dead dreams

Psycho-parasitic, sub-mosquito, sin-libido, fucked-up
You're sick, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...
Sick, sick, sick, sick...
Fuck, fuck, sick, fuck, fuck, sick...

Writer : GILLESPIE, BOBBY/INNES, ANDREW
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

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