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Bombshell Rocks - Untitled lyrics
I don't recognize this place This ever growing hatred We drag ourselves down There's a bad moon on the rise We drag ourselves down Now who's bound to pay the price Truth hurts we stick to lies It seems like we have a way of keeping ourselves down And no one's looking forward Everybody wants the crown It seems like we have a way of keeping ourselves down We're spitting in the wind And everything comes around And there's no lesson learned We keep on getting burned We drag ourselves down We keep digging our own grave And we just turn away It's just like yesterday |
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