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Paris Texas - Mississippi Burning lyrics
More nightmares
 Someone wake me when they're through
 Stop my lover's ghost from trying to protrude
 (You're burning, you're burning)
 It's chaotic, but I've got it
 You're letter scratched across my throat
 Like some painter's ink, spilled the canvas soiling parts of me
 Cover up, cover up, all the fusion's lost
 I know this sucks but one day you'll meet up
 I miss the softness of your sound
 The taste of you left in my mouth
 Is Mississippi done yet burning?
 Sick sounds like stomach's stinging
 I search out, but you cannot be found
 A red horizon in the south
 Is Mississippi done yet burning?
 Most nights bleat every feeling
 I must get back to you somehow
 I must get back to you
 Your shadow
 Now lies against the moon
 The skin I touched that once
 Kissed has come unglued
 (You're burning, you're burning)
 It's chaotic, but I've got it
 More screams than anyone should hear
 The voice of you stabs in my chest
 Forged and faithless
 Cover up, cover up, all the fusion's lost
 I know this sucks but one day you'll meet up
 I miss the softness of your soundParis Texas - Mississippi Burning - http://motolyrics.com/paris-texas/mississippi-burning-lyrics.html
 The taste of you left in my mouth
 Is Mississippi done yet burning?
 Sick sounds like stomach's stinging
 I search out, but you cannot be found
 A red horizon in the south
 Is Mississippi done yet burning?
 Most nights bleat every feeling
 I must get back to you somehow
 I must get back to you
 Darling boy
 Lift your chin up for me now
 For my face to see
 And I am smiling looking down
 I know you're out of breath
 You're hit by the way I've left
 Just hold me tried and true
 For I'll be waiting
Waiting here for you
 So dim these lights, I won't be found
 This haunting stops right here and now
 There's pain and in his eyes of fixed dreaming
 I'm tired without you, so let it be
 So dim these lights, I won't be found
 This haunting stops right here and now
 There's pain in his eyes of fixed dreaming
 I'm tired without you, so let it be
 Is Mississippi done yet burning?
 Most nights bleat every feeling
 I must get back to you somehow
 I must get back to you











