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Swan song
- wykonawca: Juliana Hatfield
- album: Bed
You were gonna let me go
No guts to tell me yourself
Go ahead and rub my nose in it
You can't fire me because I quit
You make me feel invisible
Well, surely you see me now
Strecthed out on the floor of your house
Foaming at the mouth
With a needle in my arm
Next to a smoking gun
And an empty razor case
And a note that says :
"Dear Jack I hate you. Love, Diane"
"Dear Jack I hate you. Love, Diane"
"Dear Jack I hate you"
I said yeah yeah yeah waouh.
The neighborhood is gonna watch me
As I create the great finale
A perfect swan dive out the window
Crash the car off the road
You're not gonna miss me
But you're gonna remember my body
Crumpled in a heap in the middle of your street.
Clean up your mess X4
Finally you're carrying me
Over the threshold try to revive me
With a cold compress but it's too late
I guess your best just isn't good enough
When every warm embrace
It was a selfish act
And every smiling face
It was a trap
You shit
You stabbed me in the back
"Dear Jack I hate you. Love, Diane"
"Dear Jack I hate you. Love, Diane"
"Dear Jack I hate you"
I said yeah yeah yeah waouh.
Clean up my mess X4
- album: Bed
You were gonna let me go
No guts to tell me yourself
Go ahead and rub my nose in it
You can't fire me because I quit
You make me feel invisible
Well, surely you see me now
Strecthed out on the floor of your house
Foaming at the mouth
With a needle in my arm
Next to a smoking gun
And an empty razor case
And a note that says :
"Dear Jack I hate you. Love, Diane"
"Dear Jack I hate you. Love, Diane"
"Dear Jack I hate you"
I said yeah yeah yeah waouh.
The neighborhood is gonna watch me
As I create the great finale
A perfect swan dive out the window
Crash the car off the road
You're not gonna miss me
But you're gonna remember my body
Crumpled in a heap in the middle of your street.
Clean up your mess X4
Finally you're carrying me
Over the threshold try to revive me
With a cold compress but it's too late
I guess your best just isn't good enough
When every warm embrace
It was a selfish act
And every smiling face
It was a trap
You shit
You stabbed me in the back
"Dear Jack I hate you. Love, Diane"
"Dear Jack I hate you. Love, Diane"
"Dear Jack I hate you"
I said yeah yeah yeah waouh.
Clean up my mess X4