taxes Songtext
von dumbandugly

futile gesture of devotion
what do you expect?
glass half full of your love potion
was that really it?
wanna play with all the heart throbs
smack my head till it splits
didn′t think that i would get robbed
now im back here with nothing
now i'm back here with nothing
now i′m back here with nothing
now i'm back here with nothing
now i'm back here with nothing
taxidermy my heart
you get that on the big jobs
taxidermy my heart
you get that on the big jobs
...
playing with pleasure and fear
you always tied me up


i′m nothing but a souvenir
refund me at your gift shop
fighting internal erosion
you′re making me dissect
all our fuck ups, it's all broken
was that really it?
was that really it?
was that really it?
was that really it?
was that really it?
taxidermy my heart
you get that on the big jobs
taxidermy my heart
you get that on the big jobs
taxidermy my heart
you get that on the big jobs
taxidermy my heart
you get that on the big jobs
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