We Need To Act Like We Don't Need This Shit, Then They Give Us The Shit For Free by Meet Me In St. Louis

We Need To Act Like We Don't Need This Shit, Then They Give Us The Shit For Free

Artist: Meet Me In St. Louis

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We Need To Act Like We Don't Need This Shit, Then They Give Us The Shit For Free Lyrics & Chords By Meet Me In St. Louis

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my last avalanche of senses buried me
helped me construct defenses secretly
showed my myself broken buried under the wreckage
slow learner
thats right
trial and error
panda
punchbag
quick while no-one is looking
swing and keep your eyes open
now, there's nothing wrong with tension and release
this is swell
check out those cheekbones
this is not the first time i've let you down
no, you weren't to know
i forgot to mention
it was written across my face
you weren't meant to notice anything was different
just when i thought i had control, you show up
just when i thought i'd heard it all, you show up
just when i didn't hurt at all, you show up
point and laugh
this is swell
vacuum packed
i saw it all double back run while you still can
point and laugh
if i were you, double check
i tend to contradict
almost everything i say to you
guessing games
dry advice
guess again
i know you know better
yeah ya do
i'll keep you safe
at arms length
run for it
i'm cut up
its not what you think

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