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• Artiste: Like Moths To Flames
• Titre: Mischief Managed
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Die slow When comfort bleeds you dry You'll see not the forgiving type Fool me once, shame on you Now fool me twice Fuck everything you put me through All things aside I know you better than you know yourself And I will never wish you well All things aside I know you better than you know yourself Never wish you well Dig yourself from the bottom Watch you lose yourself again It's your curse That tells me it could be worse Heavy is the head that hangs with regret Never wanted to burn but you did When push came to shove You pushed the world until it swallowed you in Rock bottom gave out from underneath The world gave up on you and your dreams So paint yourself a new name I watched the world give up on your dreams While I watched you sink Dig yourself from the bottom Watch you lose yourself again It's your curse That tells me it could be worse Dig yourself from the bottom Watch you lose yourself again It's your curse That tells me it could be worse It could be worse I see the tables turn And all your bridges burned Nothing like a little spite In pure disgust to feel alive I see the tables turn And all your bridges burned Nothing like a little spite In pure disgust to feel alive Dig yourself from the bottom Watch you lose yourself again It's your curse That tells me it could be worse Dig yourself from the bottom Watch you lose yourself again It's your curse That tells me it could be worse Could be worse