Prague

Stampa   |   Correggere

I pack my suit in a bag
I'm all dressed up for prague
I'm all dressed up with you
All dressed up for him too
Prepare myself for a war
BeforeI even open up my door
BeforeI even look out
I'm pissing all of my bullets about

Wrap myself in a bag
I'm all wrapped up in prague
I'm all wrapped up in you
I'm all wrapped up in him too

Prepare myself for a war
And I don't know what i'm doing this for
Trying to let it all go
But how can I when you still don't know?

I could wait for you
Like that hole in your boot
Waiting to be fixed
I could wait for you
What good would that do
But to leave me bruised?

Cheers darlin'
Here's to you and your lover
darling
I got years
Pack my suit in a bag
Pack myself in a bag
Pack my suit in a bag
All dressed up for Prague
Pack my suit in a bag
All dressed up for
All dressed up for
All dressed up for






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