Tough Luck
Tough luck the waters runnin' out
and the nights get hot, out here in the desert
sure ain't pleasant
fat chance that what i see is for real,
an oasis between the palm-trees
i feel the sand fall right off from my hands
And oh you stop the time
to this impossible embrace
and i paralyze
when you look inside my mind
when you disappear from sight
You lead me straight to a trap and then fuck me up
with my own consciousness
oh my mirage, i can't have you, so i starve
once you've jinxed me up, and my body's givin in to a
painful pleasure
as cruel as the weather
And oh you stop the time...
repeat x 2
Tough luck this cannot be for real
still it's the best thing to happen to me
i don't care 'bout truth
i lust for you
my dead sea fruit
And oh you stop the time...
repeat x 3
By kristal

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