EVERY STRIKE THAT YOU ALWAYS TALK ABOUT
A PRICE OF BLOOD AND PAIN RIGHT BY MY SIDE
GOT TO PUT YOUR HAND BACK SLOW AND SPEACHLESSLY
WHAT YOU FEEL AND HEARD THAT… TASTE MY TEARS
PRETTY SICK FOR LINES WORDS FROM THIS MOUTH
JUST ABUSE ME WITH A POISON BY MY SIDE
MY PAIN SO GROWSE AND I GOT YOU TO TIDE UP
WHAT YOU WILL MIGHT FOUND THAT…
BENT…DOWN… WHAT RIGHT ON YOU BURN THINGS TO YOU
MELT…DOWN…..ALL YOUR STORY BURN TO ASHES
IN EVERY CORNER CONCSCIOUS WHAT TO START
READ MY LIPS AND YOU’LL FIND OUT WHAT WAS NOT
LEAD ME TO YOUR PRECIOUS LULLABY
PAINT OUR DREAM YOU’LL REALISE….WHAT TO SHOW
I KNEW YOU’LL FIND FOR LOVING ME ANYWAY
ON MY KNEES I ALWAYS START EVERYTHING WITH PRAY
KISS MY LIPS AND I RAISE MY OPEN ARMS
TASTE THIS WORDS IS SOMETHING THAT RAISING UP FROM INSIDE
SO SCARE BABE, I’M PARANOID, WE NEVER SPENT OUR NEW YEAR NIGHT
TOGETHER , NEVER HOLD OUR HAND EACH OTHER, NO MORE CRY NOW
ALREADY FIND MY LESSON NOW YOU SLAP ME IN THE FACE
I’M TOO SCARED WHEN YOU’RE AROUND
EVERY STRIKE THAT YOU ALWAYS TALK ABOUT
A PRICE OF BLOOD AND PAIN RIGHT BY MY SIDE
GOT TO PUT YOUR HAND BACK SLOW AND SPEACHLESSLY
WHAT YOU FEEL AND HEAR THAT TASTE MY TORN------
A PRICE OF BLOOD AND PAIN RIGHT BY MY SIDE
GOT TO PUT YOUR HAND BACK SLOW AND SPEACHLESSLY
WHAT YOU FEEL AND HEARD THAT… TASTE MY TEARS
PRETTY SICK FOR LINES WORDS FROM THIS MOUTH
JUST ABUSE ME WITH A POISON BY MY SIDE
MY PAIN SO GROWSE AND I GOT YOU TO TIDE UP
WHAT YOU WILL MIGHT FOUND THAT…
BENT…DOWN… WHAT RIGHT ON YOU BURN THINGS TO YOU
MELT…DOWN…..ALL YOUR STORY BURN TO ASHES
IN EVERY CORNER CONCSCIOUS WHAT TO START
READ MY LIPS AND YOU’LL FIND OUT WHAT WAS NOT
LEAD ME TO YOUR PRECIOUS LULLABY
PAINT OUR DREAM YOU’LL REALISE….WHAT TO SHOW
I KNEW YOU’LL FIND FOR LOVING ME ANYWAY
ON MY KNEES I ALWAYS START EVERYTHING WITH PRAY
KISS MY LIPS AND I RAISE MY OPEN ARMS
TASTE THIS WORDS IS SOMETHING THAT RAISING UP FROM INSIDE
SO SCARE BABE, I’M PARANOID, WE NEVER SPENT OUR NEW YEAR NIGHT
TOGETHER , NEVER HOLD OUR HAND EACH OTHER, NO MORE CRY NOW
ALREADY FIND MY LESSON NOW YOU SLAP ME IN THE FACE
I’M TOO SCARED WHEN YOU’RE AROUND
EVERY STRIKE THAT YOU ALWAYS TALK ABOUT
A PRICE OF BLOOD AND PAIN RIGHT BY MY SIDE
GOT TO PUT YOUR HAND BACK SLOW AND SPEACHLESSLY
WHAT YOU FEEL AND HEAR THAT TASTE MY TORN------
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