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Cleveland, OH Songtext
von John Floreani

Cleveland, OH Songtext

And I was surprised in a Cleveland car park
In the corner, my new Texas sweetheart
The perfect setting for an awkward first kiss
You were smiling, so my lips met your teeth
You pushed me back into my bed with your eyes
You shift your hips to help your underpants pass your thighs
I couldn′t see you through the dark but I could hear your voice
Whisper "never let the distance catch us"
You told me that you've known a lot of assholes
Yeah i′m an asshole but id never treat you wrong
No more flying no more whiskey or cocaine
I can change if you promise to love me

I'd rather die on the plane flight home
Than disappoint you in the years to come
Let me crash into the ocean
Let the water fill my lungs
I'd rather die on the plane flight home
Than disappoint you in the years to come
Let me crash into the ocean


Let the water fill my lungs

Everything changed when that boy got hit
He fell and bashed his brains on the concrete
I was thinking what the fucks so wrong with me
That′d make you sit by his bed before long days
And oh i know you said you were just friends
But I guess I′m not as stupid as you think
I've been waiting for a late night accident
Burning holes in my ceiling from my bed
Tell me do you have a thing for the bad kid?
I heard hes packing heat, he sells prescription meds

I would′ve killed that motherfucker with my bare hands
But i changed for you cause you promised

I'd rather die on the plane flight home
Than disappoint you in the years to come
Let me crash into the ocean
Let the water fill my lungs
I′d rather die on the plane flight home


Than disappoint you in the years to come
Let me crash into the ocean
Let the water fill my lungs

If the bad boys are what you want
I can show you bad I can show you bad
If the bad boys are what you want
I can show you bad I can show you bad
You want a boy that makes his mother cry
You want a boy that drinks so he can sleep at night

And all his friends are at the needles end
With seat belt tourniquets in the passenger seat
A boy addicted to (???)
When every girl means no more than the last one's end

Read the stories on my hands
And my broken bones
And the scars on my lips
If the bad boys are what you want, i can show you bad.

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