The Dead Weather Jawbreaker текст песни, слова песни Jawbreaker The Dead Weather
The Dead Weather - Jawbreaker
Don't matter where I've been
Run around the world from you
And here you are again
You're a real jawbreaker
A real crook, obscene
I'd call you a heartbreaker
But I reserve that for prettier things
I tried to kill the memory
(????)
You must get a psychic sting (?)
And here you are again
You're a real jawbreaker
A real crook, obscene
I'd call you a heartbreaker
But I reserve that for nicer things
I run so far away from you
It don't matter where I've been
I run around the world from you
And here you are again
You're a real jawbreaker
A real crook, obscene
I'd call you a heartbreaker
But I reserve that for nicer things
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