В колонках играет - AFI - The Killing Lights
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Five a.m. on the bathroom floor from the night before, do you find me dreadul?
What a shame such a sad disgrace. Such a pretty face but she's not regretful.
Am I beautiful?
Am I useable?

It's killing time again.
Put on your face and let's pretend these
killing lights won't kill us all again.

Three a.m. on the city street (when the air is sweet.) I have had my mouth full
but it seems that outside the screen such a pretty face often will look dreadul.
Am I beautiful?
Am I useable?

It's killing time again.
put on your face and let's pretend these
killing lights won't kill us all again.

It's killing time again.
Cover your face and we'll pretend these
killing lights won't kill us all again.

You see, they always remember.
They never forget a face
when they cut, cut you up.
They remember.

It's killing time again.
put on your face and let's pretend these
killing lights won't kill us all again.

It's killing time again.
Cover your face and we'll pretend these
killing lights won't kill us all again.