Letras: Hardcore Superstar. Split Your Lip. Moonshine.

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Don?t talk about moonshine;
Don?t talk about white wine.
I?m drawing a fine line,
Sick, twisted, strange kind.

I stick my tongue out,
Feel stupid
Don?t you see?
I say the worst things and call it honesty.
That?s something wrong here,
I entertain my worst fear.
It?s all in me.

Don?t talk about moonshine;
Don?t talk about white wine.
I'm drawing a fine line,
Sick, twisted, strange kind.
I get sick when the sun shines,
Used up on white lines,
Sick, twisted, strange kind.

No doubt about it,
Got problems with my head.
Don't try to hide it,
That's what my girl said.
I'm on my own,
Don't care at all.
Leave me alone.


(Gracias a carlos villatoro por esta letra)