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Paroles de la chanson Dead Ringer par The Rasmus
Dead Ringer. Ringer. My Dead Ringer
Suckers know my identity. Fucker dresses up like me
Shows up where he shouldn't be
Giving me that third degree
Let me cut right to the chase
Not that easy to replace
Passport picture, names erased
It cleans up good, good, that's my face
I'd never turn a big Romeo.(?)
Like that mini-me from Mexico
Backstabber at a Rasmus show
Bet you thought I'd never know
You're slipping through my fingers
Suckers know my identity. Fucker dresses up like me
Shows up where he shouldn't be
Giving me that third degree
Let me cut right to the chase
Not that easy to replace
Passport picture, names erased
It cleans up good, good, that's my face
I'd never turn a big Romeo.(?)
Like that mini-me from Mexico
Backstabber at a Rasmus show
Bet you thought I'd never know
You're slipping through my fingers
The taste of it still lingers
You tell me that it's all just in my head
You're sleeping with a spider
Slicing like a glider
Why'd you let him crawl into my bed?
My dead ringer
Dead ringer
On your neck I see a bite
I don't wanna pick a fight
Let's see what you did last night
Hidden cameras they don't lie
You're slipping through my fingers
The taste of it still lingers
You tell me that it's all just in my head
You're sleeping with the spider
Slicing like a glider
You tell me that it's all just in my head
You're sleeping with a spider
Slicing like a glider
Why'd you let him crawl into my bed?
My dead ringer
Dead ringer
On your neck I see a bite
I don't wanna pick a fight
Let's see what you did last night
Hidden cameras they don't lie
You're slipping through my fingers
The taste of it still lingers
You tell me that it's all just in my head
You're sleeping with the spider
Slicing like a glider
Why'd you let him crawl into my bed?
My dead ringer. Dead ringer. My dead ringer. (x2)
If you want to be me, you've got to start at the bottom
Ain't no free ticket to stardom
You gotta have balls or believe that you've got them
Swing them around my way, I'm gonna cut 'em
And as for you, Miss Universe Finland
You lost the crown to a drag queen from England
I had to wipe your tears off the pavement
Now I'm paying for his entertainment!
You're slipping through my fingers
The taste of it still lingers
Tell me that it's all just in my head
My dead ringer. Dead ringer. My dead ringer. (x2)
If you want to be me, you've got to start at the bottom
Ain't no free ticket to stardom
You gotta have balls or believe that you've got them
Swing them around my way, I'm gonna cut 'em
And as for you, Miss Universe Finland
You lost the crown to a drag queen from England
I had to wipe your tears off the pavement
Now I'm paying for his entertainment!
You're slipping through my fingers
The taste of it still lingers
Tell me that it's all just in my head
You're sleeping with the spider
Slicing like a glider
Why'd you let him crawl into my bed?
My dead ringer. Dead ringer. My dead ringer. Dead ringer
Slicing like a glider
Why'd you let him crawl into my bed?
My dead ringer. Dead ringer. My dead ringer. Dead ringer
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