1. |
Bitter End
03:17
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VERSE 1
If I say it, If I don’t
It won’t matter, not it won’t
I’m just trying to get it right
You said you want it, now you don’t
If it’s a problem just let me know
We’re just trying to get right
To stop the bitter end
CHORUS
Just tell me, it’s not okay
Just tell me, it's not what you need
Just tell me, I want to get it right
Just tell me, Just tell me
VERSE 2
So talk to me baby, talk me baby
Don’t want to start again x2
You said you want it, now you don’t
If it’s a problem just let me know
Cause we’re just trying to get right
To stop the bitter end
CHORUS
Just tell me, it’s not okay
Just tell me, it's not what you need
Just tell me, I want to get it right
Just tell me, Just tell m
BREAKDOWN
BITTER END!
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2. |
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VERSE
What did it mean?
When you said to me that you’re feeling hollow
Oh, I promise that I’m listening, yeah I’m listening
Let’s run away,
We can find ourselves in a place far from here
We’ll leave it all in the rear view
CHORUS
I know
That I don’t say the things that I should
But I will
And I know that I don’t say all the things that I should
But I’ll learn it all for you
VERSE 2
What did it mean?
When you said to me that you’re feeling lonely
Oh I promise that I’m listening, yeah I’m listening
So let’s run away
We can find ourselves in a place far from here
We’ll leave it all in the rear view
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3. |
My Devotion
02:56
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VERSE 1
When I see you I hope you go in slow motion
Cause this world it makes me break
Salt on the rim to finish the potion
There’s no promise it’ll cure anything
When I grow up I hope I’m still devoted
I listen to Black Flag til the day I die
CHORUS
Time moves slow
But life moves fast
What’s to say you really want it?
VERSE 2
Modern living’s got me in shambles
It’ll chew you up and spit you out
Twist it tight so it burns even
It don’t matter cause you’re still gonna choke
When I grow up I hope I’m still devoted
Out of Step til the day I die
Oh how I love to sit in this moment
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4. |
Against the Gun
06:22
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VERSE 1
The people in moving cars
I think they hate me
The people inside this bar
I think they hate me
The guy who signs my check
That dude he hates me
Even the lady with the done up hair
She fucking hates me
CHORUS
The look at me and know
All I’ve done wrong
But couldn’t bat an eye when it’s me against the gun
VERSE 2
The people on my TV
I think they hate me
There’s a guy outside right now
It’s looking he hates me
Yeah that fucker with orange hair
It’s clear he hates me
And with the more and more I stare
And I’m starting to hate me?
CHORUS
The look at me and know
All I’ve done wrong
But couldn’t bat an eye when it’s me against the gun
VERSE 3:
They take me for a fool x2
They hate me
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