Sticky Fingers - Rum Rage Тексты

It takes a beaten up animal to put em all away
Rushing me around and sending me astray
Don't you lie to me, as we finally
Got a handle on the doors we open and shut

Packing up my suitcase, cause I'm going far away
I'm going to a place where the credit cards
Don't decline on me, as we finally
Got a handle on the doors we open and shut


She took her time
Took my mind
But forget mine
Me in my frame of mind
We took our time
But forget mine


We're remotely secluded in this far away place
Heading to a land where everything is okay
Don't feel suddenly that you and me
Got a handle on the doors we open and close

Can you take a little time ego balance your ways
Cause everything we do and we put on display
Maybe you and me are a little the same
So what do you think of what we've made?
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