Soft and gloomy
Staying started to unglue me
And I knew that I couldn't win
Just to pull my teeth again
Wanna steal your love, stop holding the dove Choke words that I can't say Same old story, yeah it's getting kind of gory
Throw my all time low away
Spit turns into treasure, taste the blind side of life
No gun, no bomb, no way I'll run
Too little, too late, that deal's so chaste
Too bad, I'm not in shape
Do burning hands seem to care? All right, I'm readyNo, no, no no no no no no no please noMake me fall to my knees, just start crying
That beat's so steady.
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