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Ray Hawthorne
Ray Hawthorne
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Gregory Lykyanov GAXILLIC
Gregory Lykyanov GAXILLIC
Songwriter
Deņiss Pridāns
Deņiss Pridāns
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Lyrics

So I'll just shut the fuck up! I'll just shut the fuck up for good now, oh Another shit day, it's getting colder In all the replays, she's getting bolder But all my friends think I barely know her Then why did she say? (We are fucking over!) Get up, get out, we're not friends, no crying But you love it when you do (we're fucking done) The way I fell out makes sense, I'm buying A new kind of place for you, so I could sell my soul to someone else Sign away the keys and leave you down In hell where you belong And I hope you feel like you belong When I sell my soul to someone else I only wanna breathe if you're left down In hell where you belong And I hope you feel like you belong Somewhere else with someone's nails Digging deep in my back, on your knees, look at that You're a creature of habit, a needle, a mattress Get up, get out, we're not friends, no crying But you love it when you do (we're fucking done) The way I fell out makes sense, I'm buying A new kind of place for you (shut the fuck up!) I could sell my soul to someone else Sign away the keys and leave you down In hell where you belong And I hope you feel like you belong When I sell my soul to someone else I only wanna breathe if you're left down In hell where you belong And I hope you feel like you belong See you in fucking hell (somewhere else) You fucking asshole, you fucking liar You fucking manipulator, you goddamn witch You would've played your cards right with me You fucking asshole! You
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