In His Hands (In His Room) Testo
Testo In His Hands (In His Room)
He is gonna chase you in and out of a dreamYou're not gonna thank him and I'm tired of this dreamTake him on occasion in the back of the roomIf they don't show any affection he'll died in JuneSee the stab wounds in his handsSee him dying in his roomHe's dying in his roomHe's dying in his roomHeading for me, heading this wayHe is coming, I don't careI don't want to thank you, well I don't mindGave his only pleasures to a friend of mineHe's not gonna catch you in a lighted roomYou don't thank him I know I shouldSee hte stab wounds in his handsYou killed him, I don't careKeep a promise, you would tooKeep a promise, you would tooSee the silence in his headHe is coming, I don't careWe're not gonna make it, well I don't mindThey don't want to thank him, they don't have any timeIn a conversation whom they don't knowThey don't have any patience, they're becoming slowSee a famine in his headSee him coming at their heelsHe loves you, give him a chanceI don't love him, I don't careSee him starving, give her hellIt is over, we don't care In His Room
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