The White Stripes - 300 M.p.h. Torrential Outpour Blues Lyrics
I`m Bringing Back Ghosts
that Are No Longer There
i`m Gettin` Hard On Myself
sittin` In My Easy Chair
well, There`s Three People In The Mirror
and I`m Wonderin` Which One Of Them I Should Choose
well, I Can`t Keep From Laughin`
spittin` Out These 300 Mile Per Hour Outpour Blues
i`m Breakin` My Teeth Off
tryin` To Bite My Lip
there`s All Kinds Of Red-headed Women
that I Ain`t Supposed To Kiss
and It`s That Color That Never Fails
to Turn Me Blue
so I Just Swallow It And Hold On To It
and Use It To Scare The Hell Out Of You
i Have A Woman
`says Come And Watch Me Bleed
and I`m Wonderin` Just How I Can Do That
and Still Give Her Everything That She Needs
well, There`s Three People In My Head That Have The Answer
and One Of Them`s Got To Be You
but You`re Holding Tight To It -- The Answer
singin` These Three Hundred Mile Per Hour Outpour Blues
put On Gloves, A Tied Scarf And Wrap Up Warm
on This Winter Night
everytime You Get Defensive
you`re Just Looking For A Fight
it`s Safe To Sing Somebody Out There`s Got A Problem
with Almost Anything You`ll Do
well, Next Time They Stab You Don`t Fight Back Just Play The Victim
instead Of Playin` The Fool
and The Roads Are Covered With A Million
little Molecules
of Cigarette Ashes And The School Floors Are Covered
with Pieces Of Pencil Eraser Too
well Sooner Or Later The Ground`s Gonna Be Holdin` All
of My Ashes Too
but I Can`t Help But Wonder If After I`m Gone Will I Still Have These Three Hundred Mile Per
hour, Finger Breaking, No Answers Makin`, Battered Dirty Hands, Bee Stung And Busted Up, Empty
cup Torrential Outpour Blues
one Thing`s For Sure: In That Graveyard
i`m Gonna Have The Shiniest Pair Of Shoes
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