Sufjan Stevens şarkı sözleri
Like it's killing meIt's kidding me aroundThis bite, you bit on meYou put on me a gownThat fits me like a quarter doorThat hits me like a soundIt's like you shut on meOr shouldn't be aroundLike the fennel seedThe funny gene you foundI like the man-o-weedsThe man-o-wars aboundThat fits me like a quarter doorThat hits me like a soundI might just win a warA matador aroundThere's still nothing I can say to changeMy news for youThere's still nothing, you can do to exchangeMy dues to youLike you fit on meTo bit on me a boundThis life that's shut on meThat shouldn't be the groundsTo emulate an epiceneTo elevate a soundThis life, a winner needsA winner needs a wandNever want to blame youBound you, blame meNever want the blame you boundNever want to blame youBound me, blame youNever want the fame you foundAnd where's the sameAnd where's the strongAnd where's the guardAnd where's the one who tries to make you?
