They're picking up pieces of me
  
 While they're picking up pieces of you
  
 In a bag you will be before the day is over
  
 While you're looking for somewhere to be
  
 Or looking for someone to do
  
 Stupid me to believe that I could trust in stupid you
  
 And on the back of my hand
  
 Were directions I could understand
  
 Now that old buzzer Johnny Walker
  
 Has gone and ruined all our plans
  
 Our best mate plans
 
  
 Don't leave me here to pass through time
  
 Without a map or road sign
  
 Don't leave me here, my guiding light
  
 'Cause I, I wouldn't know where to begin
  
 I ask the kings of medicine
 
  
 They're picking up pieces of me
  
 While they're picking up pieces of you
  
 Lying on ice you will be before the day is over
  
 So case in point, baby
  
 That you never thought it through
  
 Stupid me to believe I could depend on stupid you
  
 And on the tip of my tongue
  
 Were words that always came out wrong
  
 'Cause they were drowned in southern comfort
  
 Left to dry out in the sun, the noon day sun
 
  
 Don't leave me here to pass through time
  
 Without a map or road sign
  
 Don't leave me here, my guiding light
  
 'Cause I, I wouldn't know where to begin
  
 I ask the kings of medicine
  
 But it seems they've lost their power
  
 Now all I'm left with is the hour
 
  
 Don't leave me here to pass through time
  
 Without a map or road sign
  
 Don't leave me here, my guiding light
  
 'Cause I, I wouldn't know where to begin
  
 I ask the kings of medicine
  
 But it seems they've lost their power
  
 Now all I'm left with is the hour
 
  
 Don't leave me here
  
 Don't leave me here, oh no
  
 I wouldn't know where to begin
czwartek, 17 listopada 2011
Placebo - King Of Medicine
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