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• Artiste: Misterwives
• Titre: Twisted Tongue
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[Verse 1] You tried to dodge your own bullet but it shot you anyway You crossed over every line and hid behind the lines you made [Pre-chorus] Do ya do ya, do ya do? Do ya do ya believe in the truth? Truth be told that truth found its way to the twisted tongue that spoke dismay [Verse 2] I know that I may be young but at least my youth is wise You painted a picture to me that depicted only lies [Pre-chorus] Do ya do ya, do ya do? Do ya do ya believe in the truth? Truth be told that truth found its way to the twisted tongue that spoke dismay [Chorus] Cause your sweet is sour you're a weed not a flower just a pretty faced coward is you Your hearts just an organ that pumps nothing more than blood to your vein full veins You struck each chord now it's time for your real song to be sung You just managed to mask what's now clear as glass and that's just you're an ass [Verse 3] You weaseled in and out of words and denied when truth was heard May your yes be yes and your no's be no's Not an in between land of I don't knows [Pre-chorus] Do ya do ya, do ya do? Do ya do ya believe in the truth? Truth be told that truth found its way to the twisted tongue that spoke dismay [Chorus] Cause your sweet is sour you're a weed not a flower just a pretty faced coward is you Your hearts just an organ that pumps nothing more than blood to your vein full veins You struck each chord now it's time for your real song to be sung You just managed to mask what's now clear as glass and that's just you're an ass [Bridge] And this I say one last time you define your own crime you best hang up your disguise on the laundry line Stabbed me in the front, stab me in the back and this right here's my heart attack So if I don't go, I pray you know just how much you blow [Pre-chorus] Do ya do ya, do ya do? Do ya do ya believe in the truth? Truth be told that truth found its way to the twisted tongue that spoke dismay [Chorus] Cause your sweet is sour you're a weed not a flower just a pretty faced coward is you Your hearts just an organ that pumps nothing more than blood to your vein full veins You struck each chord now it's time for your real song to be sung You just managed to mask what's now clear as glass and that's just you're an ass