Testo: Tom Mcrae. Karaoke Soul.
Pull me close look into my eyes smile at me when you stick in the knife
We're bleeding into a cup when we've got enough
We'll just paint the walls and we don't care how much it hurts
You think you're cursed it's what you deserve
'Cause you're talking rock and roll
Walking karaoke soul
I can see you desperate to please
Let me treat you for your disease
Between angels and ropes babe what would you choose?
As you kick the dust from your perfect shoes
Your wolf suit is wearing thin and your real skin looks like it never bleeds
And you're playing to the crowd as the ship goes down comforting me
And you're talking rock and roll
Walking karaoke soul
If you see me falling asleep
Please don't wake me from this dream
Yeah you're talking rock and roll
Walking karaoke soul
If you see me falling asleep
Please don't wake me from this dream
Yeah, yeah you're talking rock and roll
Walking karaoke soul
I can see you desperate to please
Let me treat you for your disease
(Faith is gone and love is gone)
Your disease
(And fear is strong and faith is gone)
Your disease
(And love is gone and fear is strong)
Your disease
(And faith is gone and love)
Your disease
We're bleeding into a cup when we've got enough
We'll just paint the walls and we don't care how much it hurts
You think you're cursed it's what you deserve
'Cause you're talking rock and roll
Walking karaoke soul
I can see you desperate to please
Let me treat you for your disease
Between angels and ropes babe what would you choose?
As you kick the dust from your perfect shoes
Your wolf suit is wearing thin and your real skin looks like it never bleeds
And you're playing to the crowd as the ship goes down comforting me
And you're talking rock and roll
Walking karaoke soul
If you see me falling asleep
Please don't wake me from this dream
Yeah you're talking rock and roll
Walking karaoke soul
If you see me falling asleep
Please don't wake me from this dream
Yeah, yeah you're talking rock and roll
Walking karaoke soul
I can see you desperate to please
Let me treat you for your disease
(Faith is gone and love is gone)
Your disease
(And fear is strong and faith is gone)
Your disease
(And love is gone and fear is strong)
Your disease
(And faith is gone and love)
Your disease
McRae, Tom
McRae, Tom
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