fleahouse (Bobby Wolfgang Redux)

But most of all

Did you really need me?

Were we just a passing phase?

Like cigarettes in movie scenes

But most of all

Did you really need me?

(You took this from me, you took this from me)

(You took this from me, you took this from me)

(You took this from me, you took this from me)

(You took this from me, you took this from me)

Sir sparks up another

As the ash falls down, you crumble to your knees

Clench your glass, the rouge décor

Come back from begging and broke it more

Soul destroyer, crippled wings

A crisis almost lost to everything

But most of all

Did you really need me?

But most of all

Most of all

(You took this from me, you took this from me)

(You took this from me, you took this from mе)

(You took this from me, you took this from me)

(You took this from me, you took this from mе)