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Tilly and the Wall - Bad Education lyrics
oh, pretty boy you found it hard to really find out what felt right you wanna be a pretty girl, you'd hunt at night the streets, your urgency to bleed you bruised up both your knees while rifling through women's jeans cause the attraction's always high sparkling, a sparkled fight the grittiest of crimes, your clothes are ruined you're running in the wild, a horse carrying a child you got your kite so high, I think you flew it I know it, I think you knew it now it's all bad education feeling fine, I'm feeling patient girls and boys and full frustration st. valentine, I think I taste it tugging at the seatbelt I'm jumping out the saddle I'm shuffling my feet around I'm kneeling at the steeple when will my heart teeter, tatter? I'm a believer, I'm solid matter oh, pretty girl you turned it on, you turned it out, it all felt off that's how it is, that's how it was you searched it all so well, underwater in a bell you smeared on coral lips while checking off a checked off list situations never kind, feathering a dance-hall stride you're playing with the craziest locomotive you broke your fingers in the climb scuffed up all your pretty shine you've got your air so thin I think you blew it, did I blow it? you fell into it now it's all bad education feeling fine, I'm feeling patient girls and boys and full frustration st. valentine, I think I taste it tugging at the seatbelt I'm jumping out the saddle I'm shuffling my feet around I'm kneeling at the steeple when will my heart teeter, tatter? I'm a believer, I'm solid matter hey, I think I faked it, oh did I fake it? oh boy your lips look good when you fake it hey, I think I made it, oh did I make it? you tried so hard, boy, you better make it I think I'll take it, oh, should I take it? oh, pretty girl, I don't think you can take it I think I hate it, oh, do I hate it? I taste it, I taste it now it's all bad education feeling fine, I'm feeling patient girls and boys and full frustration st. valentine, I think I taste it tugging at the seatbelt I'm jumping out the saddle I'm shuffling my feet around I'm kneeling at the steeple I'm tugging at the seatbelt I'm jumping out the saddle I'm shuffling my feet around I'm kneeling at the steeple I hope you feel it in your hands I hope you feel it in your hands I hope you feel it in your hands |
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