Luyện nghe bài hát Populace In Two

Your will always haunt me like a ghost
To put it nicely, I hope you
A poet of sorts but I'm not enough, to you an eyesore

It's hard to with your hands around my throat
I'm sick and tired, I you so
You can call me at home but I know better than to the phone

people ask about the last time that we spoke
I let the stitches do the talking for the most
And I leave out how you a lamp through my front window

Just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we
In short, is a long goodbye to unexpecting you
Just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we
In short, this is a goodbye to unexpecting you

if I spend 2004 listening to Morrissey in my car
I'm better off alone, I would be in your arms
Even if I spend 2004 to Morrissey in my car
I'm better off alone, than I be in your arms
In your arms, I'm better off alone, in arms

Just burn the photographs and bury all the that we know
In short, this is a goodbye to unexpecting you
Just burn the photographs and bury all the that we know
In short, is a long goodbye to unexpecting you

Just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we
In short, this is a long goodbye to you
Just burn the photographs and all the pages that we know
In short, this is a long to unexpecting you

To you, to unexpecting you
To unexpecting you, to you