No Story To Tell by Racoon
Ran into water, right up to the neck
To keep the head up, drank it all down, swallowed it
back
Don't believe in fighting, or love made out of free
will
There's a higher law up there somewhere, that laughs at
every kill
There's no story to tell, my nose still bleeds
Nobody here can give me better hell
There's no story to tell
No story to tell, see my nose still bleeds
Nobody here can give me better hell
Than you do, my dear
And hairs on my arm are rising
The truth waiting for the kill
The sensation of you being around
Did more than memories ever will
And tired of the longing
So tired of the night
I'm so tired of the listening
To all the well, well-meant advice
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