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Artiste:
Black And White City, The
Titre:
21 Days
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21 days to the deadline Gonna write myself up a new life A new excuse to cover up the abuse that I've been inducing Twist the blade the other way I really need to feel For God's sake I'm ill And sick of taking all these brutal spills Just another ride around this You might get the worst about me Now don't you go mouthing bad about me I know that I don't show this heartbeat anymore You know you were half to blame But I'm not the type to play your game After all we're sick and we're our medicine Yeah we're such a waste Shape up cut up all the ties that bend My sanity's on the line and no one's left to blame but me And misery love company so please if it pulls you in Even if it pulls us in Can't count on me So go cry to your mother I know that I don't show this heartbeat anymore You know you were half to blame But I'm not the type to play your game After all we're sick and we're our medicine Yeah we're such a waste So in this instant Where to escape my little mistress Ya she's my only witness that saw me take this to my grave I know that I don't show this heartbeat anymore You know you were half to blame But I'm not the type to play your game After all we're sick and we're our medicine Yeah we're such a waste