Текст песни Guided By Voices Drinker's Peace

At times I wish I were dead
Busy people dancing all over my head
Real shock value with every move they make
Real bad headache with every step they take

I get a contact buzz
Can’t remember what the problem was
I find it hard to even care
Life was too real till you got there

My life is dirt, but you seem to make it cleaner
Reduce my felony to a misdemeanor
When I feel sick, you’re an antibiotic
Organize my world, my world’s pointless and chaotic

I get a contact buzz
Can’t remember what the problem was
I find it hard to even care
Life was too real until you got there

Текст добавил Angel of Death 5.6.2015 12:07

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