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Teksty piosenek A Fever You Can't Sweat Out I write sins, not tragedies << Oh, well imagine, as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor and I can't help but to hear. No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words. What a beautiful wedding. What a beautiful wedding, says a bridesmaid to a waiter. Oh yes, but what a shame. What a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore. Refren: I chime in with a, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door"? No, it's much better to face these kinds of things, with a sense of poise and rationality. /2x Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved. Well this calls for a toast so pour the champagne. Oh, well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved. Well this calls for a toast so pour the champagne, pour the champagne. Refren: I chime in with a, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door"? No, it's much better to face these kinds of things, with a sense of poise and rationality. /4x przejd¼ do t³umaczeń>> |