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Artiste:
Our Own Ghosts
Titre:
Of Bridges and Gasoline
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Wait, no. This can't be happening. Your words have an alarming ring. Do you mean to say that now you want to leave? Don't you dare try to comfort me. Do you honestly expect me to believe You once were blind but now you finally see? What kind of fool do you take me for? My heart is spilled out across the floor And I hope you slip on your way to the door. Oh, and dear, before you depart Why don't you finish what you did start And break what's left of my broken heart? I drop a match and walk away hoping maybe you'll notice the mess you've made. "was it for pleasure or was it pain?" Well, from what I can tell, they're both one and the same, Your eyes can do nothing to disguise all of your shame. Well the buck stops here, you've had your fun. my finger's on the trigger of a loaded gun If you know what's good for you, than you'll run 'cause from these lips, no good could come, baby. do you see now who's the one to blame? I know that you're anxious And so advantageous But you've had your chance to let your mind speak. I've got three words to say to you And here's a hint: it's not I love you. I've learned from my mistakes and wounds. I know that you're determined to state your case your mind is going crazy, your hands start to shake Am I making you angry? I know you hate to wait. Dearly beloved and dearly departed Though this party's over before it got started We invite you to stay for one last charade. I drop a match and walk away hoping maybe you'll notice the mess you've made. "was it for pleasure or was it pain?" Well, from what I can tell, they're both one and the same, Your eyes can do nothing to disguise all of your shame. Well the buck stops here, you've had your fun. my finger's on the trigger of a loaded gun If you know what's good for you, than you'll run cause from these lips, no good could come, baby. do you see now who's the one to blame? These are all the repercussions Of the mess that you have made. I turn around to see the ashes And the look on your face. I drop a match and walk away hoping maybe you'll notice the mess you've made. "was it for pleasure or was it pain?" Well, from what I can tell, they're both one and the same, Your eyes can do nothing to disguise all of your shame. Well the buck stops here, you've had your fun. my finger's on the trigger of a loaded gun If you know what's good for you, than you'll run cause from these lips, no good could come, baby. do you see now who's the one to blame?