IC3PEAK - Плак-Плак (Boo-Hoo)

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Title | IC3PEAK - Плак-Плак (Boo-Hoo) |
Author | Vixipixi |
Duration | 4:13 |
File Format | MP3 / MP4 |
Original URL | https://youtube.com/watch?v=cJTgDb8_DCM |
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lyrics just in case:)

Boo-hoo-boo-hoo
Boo-hoo-boo-hoo
I was texting you and waiting for you till daylight
You don’t answer my calls anymore
Every night I leave a tooth under my pillow
Begging heaven to bring you back
I always was a good girl - I never was bad
All my life I was acting just right
Now I’m fed up with crying and suffering
You never know when you gonna die anyway
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
My mother taught me to obey my man
I don’t listen to her so I do as I want
I don’t follow my father’s rules, too
Instead of a star, I’m wishing on a grenade
My mother taught me to obey my man
I don’t listen to her so I do as I want
I don’t follow my father’s rules, too
Instead of a star, I’m wishing on a grenade
I wish to hug you as I used to do
Then I have to dig out your body
Your cold bones are laying somewhere down there
One day flowers will bloom in this mourned land
Boo-hoo-boo-hoo
Boo-hoo-boo-hoo
Your brains are all over the wall
I got so angry, I’m so sorry!
I saw you dead in my dreams for a hundred times
I have no fear of death at all
I always was a good girl - I never was bad
All my life I was acting just right
Now I’m fed up with crying and suffering
You never know when you gonna die anyway
My mother taught me to obey my man
I don’t listen to her so I do as I want
I don’t follow my father’s rules, too
Instead of a star, I’m wishing on a grenade
My mother taught me to obey my man
I don’t listen to her so I do as I want
I don’t follow my father’s rules, too
Instead of a star, I’m wishing on a grenade
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
I wish to hug you as I used to do
Then I have to dig out your body
Your cold bones are laying somewhere down there
One day flowers will bloom in this mourned land