убей меня, эйс! - слова

Убей меня, Эйс! - Кис-панк

убей меня, эйс! - ничего святого

убей меня, эйс! - яма

Убей меня, Эйс! - Коты

Убей Меня, Эйс! - Милая Трагедия

Убей меня, Эйс! - Мой милый убийца.

Убей меня, Эйс - Вокзалы

Убей меня, Эйс! - Утиные истории

Убей меня, Эйс! - Наши веки

One, two, three, four!

I wake up in a borrowed shirt,
coffee cold, my knuckles hurt.
No plan, no prayer, no peace of mind,
just a spark that I can’t hide.

They say I talk too loud,
I say they live too quiet.

I don’t need your grace,
I just need the sound.
If I can’t be right,
I’ll be too loud.
I don’t need a name,
I don’t need your crowd.
I just need to feel alive
before I’m figured out.

City lights blur on my skin,
every siren feels like kin.
They write rules, I burn them slow,
’cause what I am, they’ll never know.

They say I’m bound to fall,
I say I’m built to crash.

I don’t need your grace,
I just need the sound.
If I can’t be right,
I’ll be too loud.
I don’t need a name,
I don’t need your crowd.
I just need to feel alive
before I’m figured out.

Clap your hands, stomp the floor,
I want less talk, give me more.
Every noise I make’s my prayer,
every breath says I’m still here.

I don’t need your grace,
I just need the sound.
If I can’t be right,
I’ll be too loud.
I don’t need your rules,
I don’t need your crown.
I just need to feel alive
before I’m figured out.

I don’t need your crowd (Garage Rock reload)

Убей меня, Эйс! - Утиные истории

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