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Текст песни Glassjaw - Siberian Kiss
Give me back
my pictures of me.
Me, you and him makes three.
It figures the wheezing will measure your rate
of depress
and i hope you know.
Like a bitch in heat,
I hope she know.
So put another penny in and turn the crank
until the frames cease to move
and the movie turns into a photo,
a photo the size of a kiss
I hope she knows.
Staring at a parisian sex flick
where the characters don't meet
the characters don't speak
and the characters are like mirrors facing mirrors:
Space always expanding.
So put another penny in and turn the crank
until the frames cease to move
and the movie turns into a photo,
a photo the size of my fist
I hope she knows.
A hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself,
in a photo the size of a kiss
a kiss in the shape of a bullet.
On phone lines and letterheads
I'm dying about.
I've watched you whore yourself out for one more thing.
There's always one more thing.
If I can't have you no one will.
Pushing a lover to love another.
Are you turned on?
I keep you jealously to myself.