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• Artiste: Evalyn
• Titre: Rather Be Dead
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Early morning, hear you creepin' Losing my head, baby, where have you been? Far away, so far away Yeah, I'm thinkin' you been drinkin' I let it sink in, baby, when I say you're not the same No, not the same I swear to God I won't see you again Everytime that we fight The smell of the liquor don't scare me away But one of these days it just might I'm fine 'til I crash down from the high And I wake up by your side Can't make up my mind I would tell you that I love you but I'd rather be dead And that's why, when you pulled this shit before That I'd walk right out the door But I'm back for more I would tell you that I love you but I'd rather be dead Can't check your phone when you're out with your friends Not comin' home yet, so I'm gettin' stoned, yeah Every night, oh, every night And it's a problem how far I've fallen I hit the bottom 'cause I keep on callin' All the time, oh, all the time I swear to God I won't see you again Everytime that we fight The smell of the liquor don't scare me away But one of these days it just might I'm fine 'til I crash down from the high And I wake up by your side Can't make up my mind I would tell you that I love you but I'd rather be dead And that's why, when you pulled this shit before That I'd walk right out the door But I'm back for more I would tell you that I love you but I'd rather be dead Got it bad, sick in the head It makes you laugh 'cause I always come right back to ya Got it bad, sick in the head It makes you laugh 'cause I always come right back to ya Got it bad, sick in the head It makes you laugh 'cause I always come right back to ya Got it bad, sick in the head It makes you laugh 'cause I always come right I'm fine 'til I crash down from the high And I wake up by your side Can't make up my mind I would tell you that I love you but I'd rather be dead And that's why, when you pulled this shit before That I'd walk right out the door But I'm back for more I would tell you that I love you but I'd rather be dead