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• Artiste: Grace Mitchell
• Titre: Breaking Hearts
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Blindfolded, step into the danger Fast lane, obsessed with all the bright lights Bad dreams have always been my favorite I'd picture mom a little shaken Some people say that I'm a cynic Like a smoking gun on a joyride Always love the taste of a death wish Like the Sun, get hotter by the minute She's running the game, running the game We live to dance in life, we go out every night We're barely scraping by so can't we just get by? We never fit the mold, we like to instigate We'll make it on our own, that shit'll all be ours I could use somebody like a sidekick To have my back and help me take a hit, breath Would you bathe and run with me forever? Don't have to be in love cause we know better She's running the game, running the game We live to dance in life, we go out every night We're barely scraping by so can't we just get by? We never fit the mold, we like to instigate We'll make it on our own, that shit'll all be ours All these colors and fluorescent lights Get my body, body should get electrified [?] on both sides Does it feel like trouble when you're near me? We live to dance in life, we go out every night We're barely scraping by so can't we just get by? We never fit the mold, we like to instigate We'll make it on our own, that shit'll all be ours We live to dance in life, we go out every night We're barely scraping by so can't we just get by? We never fit the mold, we like to instigate We'll make it on our own, that shit'll all be ours