sábado, 4 de fevereiro de 2012

Wardrobe



I knew they'd tell you that it's cold outside
But you feel colder, colder, cold inside
That wooden door
And what it keeps behind

Don't you feel the creepy running down your spine?
Your arms are open, open, open wide
Why you so hurted?
There ain't no big surprise

He stole your lyrics and
What's left from your youth
You say you know that sound
You know you know the truth
"It's just a wardrobe" (x2)

Oh, mamma told you there's no wolf at all
But you can hear the footsteps at the hall
You know his eyes
Thoes golden yellow balls

Oh, now it's day again and no worries left
But this is not the kind of wolf that rests
He smiles at you
Because your head's his nest

He stole your lyrics and
What's left from your youth
You say you know that sound
You know you know thw truth
"It's just a wardrobe"...

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