JUNKYARD | Тesto e Тraduzione (al clic)

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I have lived in a junkyard,

Where the weeds eat up the rain

If you get anything there, even out of place

You know there's hell to pay

And he said, "You're as sick, as you are lovely,

And in need of a hand"

He tells me, "You are never worthy"

But I was just a child, you see

That's my reality

He had a sick little girl, dirty and harmed

With a breast plate made of metal

She drives all day in a rusty Buick

And her feet don't reach the pedals

Got a jar of flies, a father's disguise,

Where his heart should be

A mouth is sown together

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