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biPolar
02:38
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Impulse told me to call you, so I did
Pseudo masochist ready to self-destruct
Tell me how you love me, balled up fist
Losers deserve bruises, honey fuck me up
I can’t (x12) do anything without you
Brute and reckless
You’re perfection
I like when you make me cry
I need you (x3)
I hate you
I need you (x3)
I hate you
I need you (x3)
I hate you
I need you (x3)
I hate you
I’m a sucker for a man who’s lost control
Greedy, needy. beat-y, baby ruin me
Toxic is the only love I know
Prob’ly why I fell for you so easily
I can’t (x12) feel anything without you
Brute and reckless
You’re perfection
I like when you make me cry
I need you (x3)
I hate you
I need you (x3)
I hate you
Quick demands, shaking hands, calling shots at the show
Running wild, never idle, where’s the fuck up i know?
You’ll go sane trying to change, honey never get old
Fever dream, you and me, sitting high in the snow
Quick demands, shaking hands, calling shots at the show
Running wild, never idle, where’s the fuck up i know?
Don’t go sane, fuck good change, honey you’re in control
Promise (x4) that you’ll never get old
38? Too late
Brute and reckless
You’re perfection
I like when you, when you, when you make me cry
Brute and reckless
You’re perfection
Ah, you make me feel alive
I need you (x3)
I hate you
I need you (x3)
I hate you
I need you (x3)
I hate you
You know I fucking love you
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chains
03:29
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Pull and yank me by the chain
Why do I stick around when I’m in pain?
Go on and deny it all you want
You’re not inconspicuous, you’re ridiculous
Talking sweet to me while you’re dreaming of the boy
Go on and deny it in our talks
Painting your deceit with a melody
Like I don’t know how that goes
The things that hurt me clearly don’t hurt enough ‘cause I never learn
Pull and yank me by the chain
Why do I stick around when I’m in pain?
When you hold me, honey bun, it stings
Call me someone else’s name
He and I are not the same
The difference is you’re not in love with me
Run off with the fucker if you want
That’s your prerogative
He’s got more to give
Apparently
You know, that’s how you make it seem
Why is it he’s everything you want?
‘cause he folds too easily? his mind’s a little weak
Do you like that he’s got nowhere else to go?
How do I see these signs and not give you up?
Will I ever learn?
Pull and yank me by the chain
Why do I stick around when I’m in pain?
When you hold me, honey bun, it stings
Call me someone else’s name
He and I are not the same
The difference is you’re not in love with me
Don’t lie to me
You want problems, you want trouble
You want grief
Need an excuse for your dysfunctionality
wanna prove you’ve got the higher ground
Compared to anyone you keep around
Complex of superiority
Pull and yank me by the chain
Why do I stick around when I’m in pain?
When you hold me, honey bun, it stings
Call me someone else’s name
He and I are not the same
The difference is I’ve got my sanity
Pull and yank me by the chain
Why do I stick around when I’m in pain?
When you hold me, honey bun, it stings
Call me someone else’s name
He and I are not the same
The difference is you’re not in love with me
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3. |
to be yours
04:11
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Creeping to the forefront of my thoughts, your every move
Halfhearted affection
As you say you wanna make it through
And maybe you do
And maybe you’re a liar
My options are few and far between
Somewhere in the distance: the man I think I oughta be
Would it make a difference if I were him?
Would it change anything?
Spend until I’m poor
Love until I’m sore
Forgive like a saint at your door
Is that what it takes to be yours?
Asked myself since the beginning, “Am I destined to become yet another late night story like the lovers you’ve talked about before?”
Effervescent rot in the glass by my bedside
That’s the price of love, is it not?
Gets me through the night
It’s my anesthetic
Softens all the blows
It may be pathetic, but you know
I’ll do what it takes to be yours
I wish on another star, but light years have passed
And my dream is dead
I wish that for once I looked the part
Forever the ingenue’s right hand
Spend until I’m poor
Love until I’m sore
Forgive like a saint at your door
Is that what it takes to be yours?
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4. |
sheeple
03:15
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You’re not worth the trouble
Everyone reminds me
Touch me and I crumble
One look, I’m on my knees
Lying in my bedroom wishing you’d fuck me like you mean it
She’s asking if i’ve seen you
Pretend like I don’t see it
I’m way up high, because tonight you’re mine
I’m gonna follow you blindly
Take me to the slaughterhouse and rip me to shreds
I’m gonna follow you blindly
I can’t, no I can’t get you out of my head
Picking up the pieces your cryptic mind keeps leaving
Feeling in, feeling in, feeling insane
When you’re my reality there’s no morality
I’m way up high, because tonight you’re mine
I’m gonna follow you blindly
Take me to the slaughterhouse and rip me to shreds
I’m gonna follow you blindly
I can’t, no I can’t get you out of my head
Tell me that you love me, baby (x2)
Tell me, tell me that you love me
Tell her not to worry, baby (x2)
Tell her, tell her not to worry
I’m gonna follow you blindly
Take me to the slaughterhouse and rip me to shreds
I’m gonna follow you blindly
I can’t, no I can’t get you out of my head
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5. |
better off
03:24
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