Anesthesia Songtext
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Anesthesia Songtext
Yeah,
Everybody′s talking about the girl who went and killed the deliveryman,
But she looks so kind and gentle it just doesn't stand to reason,
I saw her right there just the other night as stately as a slot machine,
When she looked my way something mad as Hell came over me,
Anesthesia,
Mona Lisa,
I′ve got a little gun here comes oblivion,
I never loved you,
How did you find me,
The cops will never prove complicity,
Now Anna(one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight),
All good children go to Heaven, I remember your face that August night when we lied about the beautiful times to come,
And that crazy old man who came much too late and caused a chain reaction,
I've been hanging out here for eleven long years like a church mouse wondering where the cat has gone,
And looking at you now is driving me to distraction,
Anesthesia,
Mona Lisa,
I've got a little gun here comes oblivion,
I never loved you,
How did you find me,
The cops will never prove complicity,
Now Anna(one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight),
All good children go to Heaven,
Everybody′s talking about the girl who went and killed the deliveryman,
But she looks so kind and gentle it just doesn't stand to reason,
I saw her right there just the other night as stately as a slot machine,
When she looked my way something mad as Hell came over me,
Anesthesia,
Mona Lisa,
I′ve got a little gun here comes oblivion,
I never loved you,
How did you find me,
The cops will never prove complicity,
Now Anna(one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight),
All good children go to Heaven, I remember your face that August night when we lied about the beautiful times to come,
And that crazy old man who came much too late and caused a chain reaction,
I've been hanging out here for eleven long years like a church mouse wondering where the cat has gone,
And looking at you now is driving me to distraction,
Anesthesia,
Mona Lisa,
I've got a little gun here comes oblivion,
I never loved you,
How did you find me,
The cops will never prove complicity,
Now Anna(one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight),
All good children go to Heaven,
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