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Dum Dums - Everyday I Talk To God Dum Dums - Everyday I Talk To God |
| Claustrophobic hairspray, daresay
I'm reacting to the tragedy, the worst thing that could happen
Intravenous truth, umbilical's been cut, I've been set free
I'm so hollow, I won't be around tomorrow
Everyday I talk to God
And he tells me that he loves me
So I ask him if he's drunk
And I ask him if he's sorry
For the way the world turned out
Is it better than the movie
Is he sick of us already
Everyday I talk to...
Accursed freedom leaves me wasted
On a wasteland with the faces that have never seen the angels
More forbiddden fruit than crosses,
All our winnings count as losses
Are we saints or mental patients
Everyday I talk to God
And he tells me that he loves me
So I ask him if he's drunk
And I ask him if he's sorry
For the way the world turned out
Is it better than the movie
Is he sick of us already
Everyday I talk to...
I'm falling back the slide
Everyday I talk to God
And he tells me that he loves me
So I ask him if he's drunk
And I ask him if he's sorry
For the way the world turned out
Is it better than the movie
Is he sick of us already
Everyday I talk to...
yeah yeah yeah (x4) |
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