SACLM

My heart it hurts before the swelling Have you closed your eyes To see what it's done? How do you feel? Oh dig a hole To pour my soul in Oh bad blood running through my veins Running through my body It's Feeding my pain Oh tell my girl to give me a call Cuz I'll be gone from London to Mexico A dead man walking, don't know where to go And Sunday's a crook like me, don't you know? My heart it hurts before the swelling Have you closed your eyes To see what it's done? And I've been blessed Oh I can do my thing And everybody, don't feel the same Oh tell my girl to give me a call Cuz I'll be gone from London to Mexico And I've been wanting to come home And I've been feeling alone Just slip me in your pocket Dear Oh girl I promise Not to scream Just treat me gently Oh please oh please Before it all comes crashing down Oh tell my girl To give me a call Cuz I'll be gone from London to Mexico Tell my girl To give me a call Cuz I'll be gone from London to Mexico Tell my girl To give me a call Cuz I'll be gone