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Название: Old Age
Исполнитель: Hole
Альбом: My Body, The Hand Grenade
Год: 1997
Язык: Английский

					
    And I will await your highness I'm so high I cannot walk And I will await You cripple You take away my pride My peace, my empathy No babies sleep on atrophy Your unborn love and fetal stress Hard bitter candy, legless caress What was she for Halloween? The ugliest girl you've ever seen Someday she will die alone What was she for Valentine's? An old forgotten concubine Someday she will die for no one She seems to me to know All that glitters is sour All the lies in her place Jesus saves Old age Old age Old age It's okay to kill your idols Just pretend you have no rivals We all know that she is friendless Spits at mirrors; it's not an issue Just remove the hateful tissues We all know her rage is endless She seems to me to know All that glitters is sour All the lies in her place Jesus saves Old age Old age Old age Old age And then she begs and she says "Pretty please? I'll make her pure again; I'll make her clean" No one knows she's Hester Prynne Someone please tell Anne Boleyn Chokers are back in again Someday she won't have to fake it Living will itself seem sacred Someday she will just refuse She seems to me to know All that glitters is sour All the lies in her place Jesus saves Old age Old age Old age Jesus saves Old age (Rest in pieces) I'm sorry (Me in pieces) So sorry (Rest in pieces) I'm sorry (Me in pieces) So sorry

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