| Don’t cut out my paper heart
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| I ain’t dying anyway
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| Take a look at Eiffel towers
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| Never trust them dirty liars
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| Sipping lemon yellow booze
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| Old lead-belly sings the blues
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| All dressed up on wedding day
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| Keep on tripping anyway
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| I am, I am, I said I’m not myself
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| But I’m not dead and I’m not for sale
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| So keep your bankroll lottery
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| Eat your salad day, deathbed motorcade
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| Fake the heat and scratch the itch
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| Skinned up knees and salty lips
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| I’ll breathe your life, Vicks vapor life
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| And when you binge, I purge alike, let go
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| It’s harder holding on
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| One more trip and I’ll be gone
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| So keep your head up, keep it on
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| Just a whisper, I’ll be gone
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| Take a breath and make it big
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| It’s the last you’ll ever get
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| Break your neck with diamond noose
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| It’s the last you’ll ever choose
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| I am, I am I said I’m not myself
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| But I’m not dead and I’m not for sale
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| Hold me closer, closer, Let me go
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| Let me be, just let me be
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| I am, I am, I said I’m not myself
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| But I’m not dead and I’m not for sale
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| So keep your bankroll lottery
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| Eat your salad day, deathbed motorcade
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| I am, I am I said I’m not myself
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| But I’m not dead and I’m not for sale
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| Hold me closer, closer, let me go
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| Let me be, just let me be
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| I am, I am, I said I’m not myself
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| But I’m not dead and I’m not for sale
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| So keep your bankroll lottery
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| Eat your salad day, deathbed motorcade |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trippin' on a Hole in a Paper Heart, artist - Stone Temple Pilots. Album song Thank You, in the genre Иностранный рок