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Madeline Edwards - American Psycho
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Текст песни: I remember them layin' hands, I remember them speakin' in tongues
Being scared it was demons
And I remember the Holy Spirit fillin' his lungs
Left behind pills, left behind bills
Small reminders of a failed resurrection
Just anythin' to help him feel human, hmm
An American psycho is a broke-down car on the side of the road
He'll go about anywhere, but he just won't come home
Somewhere at the bottom of the ocean there's a swallowed-up phone
Well, his sisters are home cryin', and his brothers are punchin' holes through the walls
'Cause the beautiful boy just won't come back home
I remember those city lights, I remember dancin' in the night
I remember all our crazy, stupid fights
And I remember laughin' so hard, thought we'd lose our minds
You were such a pretty face, always feelin' out of place
And I wish I gave you all that space
Is that why you had to run away?
An American psycho is a broke-down car on the side of the road
He'll go about anywhere, but he just won't come home
Somewhere at the bottom of the ocean there's a swallowed-up phone
Well, his sisters are home cryin', and his brothers are punchin' holes through the walls
'Cause the prodigal son just won't come back home, home
Oh-ooh-ooh
An American psycho is a bright orange violation gettin' towed
He'll run away forever, but he just won't come home, whoa-oh
Too young to be a man, too old to be a boy
Scared and shakin' to the bone
Well, his sisters are home cryin', and his brothers are punchin' holes through the walls
'Cause the beautiful boy just won't come back home
Home
Won't come home
Whoa-oh-ooh
Being scared it was demons
And I remember the Holy Spirit fillin' his lungs
Left behind pills, left behind bills
Small reminders of a failed resurrection
Just anythin' to help him feel human, hmm
An American psycho is a broke-down car on the side of the road
He'll go about anywhere, but he just won't come home
Somewhere at the bottom of the ocean there's a swallowed-up phone
Well, his sisters are home cryin', and his brothers are punchin' holes through the walls
'Cause the beautiful boy just won't come back home
I remember those city lights, I remember dancin' in the night
I remember all our crazy, stupid fights
And I remember laughin' so hard, thought we'd lose our minds
You were such a pretty face, always feelin' out of place
And I wish I gave you all that space
Is that why you had to run away?
An American psycho is a broke-down car on the side of the road
He'll go about anywhere, but he just won't come home
Somewhere at the bottom of the ocean there's a swallowed-up phone
Well, his sisters are home cryin', and his brothers are punchin' holes through the walls
'Cause the prodigal son just won't come back home, home
Oh-ooh-ooh
An American psycho is a bright orange violation gettin' towed
He'll run away forever, but he just won't come home, whoa-oh
Too young to be a man, too old to be a boy
Scared and shakin' to the bone
Well, his sisters are home cryin', and his brothers are punchin' holes through the walls
'Cause the beautiful boy just won't come back home
Home
Won't come home
Whoa-oh-ooh
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