Saint Etienne Hate Your Drug текст песни, слова песни Hate Your Drug Saint Etienne
Saint Etienne - Hate Your Drug
they hold you like a baby, / your body so weak. /
They lay you on a white bed, / almost dead at nineteen, /
like four paper dolls / all heavy with sleep. /
And with your blonde hair / all over my dress, /
your heart had stopped beating, / your head on my chest, /
and I told you for the last tim
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