I died, so many years ag - o.
But you can make me feel like it isn't s - o.
And why you come to be with me, I think I finally know, mmm.
You're scared, ashamed of what you fe - el.
And you can't tell the ones you love, you know they couldn't de - al.
A whisper in a dead man's ear, it doesn't make it real.
That's great, but I don't want to pla - y.
'Cause bein' with you touches me, more than I can say.
And since I'm only dead to you, I'm sayin' stay awa - y.
And let me rest in peace.
Let me rest in peace! Let me get some sleep!
Let me rest in peace! Let me get some sleep!
Let me take my love and bury it in a hole six foot deep!
I can lay my body down but I can't find my sweet release!
So let me rest in peace!
You know, you got a willin' slave.
You know, you got a willin' slave.
And you just love to play the thought that you might misbehave.
But 'til you do, I'm tellin' you
Stop visiting my grave!
And let me rest in peace!
I know I should go,
I know I should go,
But I follow you like a man possessed.
There's a traitor here beneath my breast,
And it hurts me more than you've ever guessed.
If my heart could beat it would break my chest.
But I can see you're unimpressed.
So leave me be,
And let me rest in peace! Let me get some sleep!
Let me take my love and bury it in a hole six foot deep!
I can lay my body down but I can't find my sweet release!
Let me rest in peace!
Why won't you let me rest in peace!
1 comment:
Caramba...
Mi desgracia es un poroto al lado de la tuya.
En fin... si las cosas se ponen difíciles, podrías desenpolvar a tu querida muñeca inflable (la que se parece a Sailor Moon).
Si si si, me refiero a la que guardas en el closet, junto a todos tus cachivaches comprados en sex shops de mala muerte.
Ya cabro, suerte!
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