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Sangtekst: Long Winters (The). Putting The Days To Bed. Teaspoon.


I know I wasn't made to play on a team
you weighed your suitcase down but it still wouldn't sink
I know that crime doesn't pay
but I don't know any other way

the way that she smiles me down
she claims to be clowning
I finally long for someone
teaspoon

two can just bleed into one
but only one does the bleeding
she calls me the alphabet gun
teaspoon

I know I wasn't made to play on a team
you weighed your suitcase down but it still wouldn't sink
I know that crime doesn't pay
but I don't know any other way

She orders the pilot to land
she just wants to hold the man
well I am her pilot today
teaspoon