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Here are the lyrics to "Blue Chill - 17 - Post Mortem Love Declaration". Share this song with your friends and Blue Chill's fans to help promote it!
Lyrics
POST MORTEM LOVE DECLARATION
In any try
I believed i can do
When i died
I was thinking of you
All is over now
Goodbye
What have i become
I've been a waiting thing
I'm a puppet
Of which noone holds the strings
I see you everywhere
It's pathetic to tell it but i dare
Those girls who have the same hair
They're not you
I do mistakes on purpose
So that i imagine i feel you there
And this cat hates me
And what do you think of me
We've talked about us galore
Another diversion, one more
This the first and the last
A bit late, ok
And a bit fast
Here is my post mortem love declaration
I hate Schloppa
Her mood of tapper
She bites my eye
She must be coming right from hell
I thought i knew her well
The nearer, the more fright
Tears drop fall pit-a-pat
Bananas flambées
Bananas flambées
I am just a fool
Who is playing the cool
The bananas are all rotten
They will never be eaten
At the crossroads
Of my Destiny
I've got a choice
Either stay with pain of flee
I am creep and a weirdo
I'm asked deeds i cannot do
And again someone does not love me
What the fuck if i don't agree?
What the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
Fuck fuck
Sometimes i feel like a woman
Complicated and depressed
Noisy and distressed
Whiny and hard pressed.
In any try
I believed i can do
When i died
I was thinking of you
All is over now
Goodbye
What have i become
I've been a waiting thing
I'm a puppet
Of which noone holds the strings
I see you everywhere
It's pathetic to tell it but i dare
Those girls who have the same hair
They're not you
I do mistakes on purpose
So that i imagine i feel you there
And this cat hates me
And what do you think of me
We've talked about us galore
Another diversion, one more
This the first and the last
A bit late, ok
And a bit fast
Here is my post mortem love declaration
I hate Schloppa
Her mood of tapper
She bites my eye
She must be coming right from hell
I thought i knew her well
The nearer, the more fright
Tears drop fall pit-a-pat
Bananas flambées
Bananas flambées
I am just a fool
Who is playing the cool
The bananas are all rotten
They will never be eaten
At the crossroads
Of my Destiny
I've got a choice
Either stay with pain of flee
I am creep and a weirdo
I'm asked deeds i cannot do
And again someone does not love me
What the fuck if i don't agree?
What the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
Fuck fuck
Sometimes i feel like a woman
Complicated and depressed
Noisy and distressed
Whiny and hard pressed.
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| Published | February 13, 2009 | ||||||||||
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