FIRE DOOR | Şarkı Sözleri ve Çevirisi (tıklatınca)

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I opened the fire door to four lips

None of which were mine

Kissing

Tightened my belt around my hips

Where your hands were missing

And stepped out into the cold

Collar high

Under the slate grey sky

The air was smoking and the streets were dry

And I wasn't joking when I said

Good Bye

Magazine quality men talking on the corner

French, no less much less of them then us

So why do I feel like something's been rearranged?

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Ani DiFranco – Fire Door şarkı sözleri ve çevirisi (tıklatınca)