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Текст: Socratic. I Don't Wear A Coat.

I don't wear a coat since I love the cold.
And it's not my fault I was never told to be polite when I speak.
Bow to crowds' applause from empty seats.
Hold out your hand: are you ready to eat?
You look starved from up here.

They paved the streets we used to meet.
How about another ride around to treat a sickness where I leak out my dreams, my dreams?

Fill in the dirt as I crawl out a hole.
Everything I have I stole.
It's just cheaper that way.
What's the reason I don't wake up?
Fuck this, fuck you.
I am reason enough to daydream the day.
Come on honey.

They paved the streets we used to meet.
How about another ride around to treat a sickness where I leak out my dreams, my dreams?
They paved the streets we used to meet.

How about another ride around to treat a sickness where I leak out my dreams, my dreams?

I never needed anyone.
I'd even give up my health for a pretty little name that's electric.
It's electric.
I never needed anyone.
I'd even give up my health for a pretty little name that's electric.
It's electric. Come on honey.

They paved the streets we used to meet.
How about another ride around to treat a sickness where I leak out my dreams, my dreams?
They paved the streets we used to meet.
How about another ride around to treat a sickness where I leak out my dreams,
I leak out my dreams?