paroles de chanson Wonderful Nothing - Edit - Glass Animals
I
come
back
in
with
a
one-two
Sucker
punch
in
the
gut
here's
a
tissue
Truth
hurts
when
it
points
right
at
you
Sit
down
now
for
some
ground
rules,
thank
you
Don't
talk,
that's
it,
just
one
Do
you
think
you
can
handle
that
much
I've
just
come
back
to
life
I'm
here,
I'm
your
little
ray
of
sunshine
Your
party's
so
damn
tired
Kinkiness
pretty
light
and
You're
dressed
up
like
a
tiger
But
you're
a
fly
suck
in
my
eye
and
What's
that
face
Oh,
you
got
some
scrapes
but
I'll
pile
drive
ya
anyway
And
I
hoped
and
I
prayed
I
kept
on
thinking
that
it'd
all
change
one
day
Been
a
great
gun
fight
You
drew
blood,
I
set
myself
on
fire
But
you've
had
your
time
Oh,
you've
had
your
time
Who
ya
talkin'
to,
what
your
daddy
do
Oh,
you
poor
boo-boo,
he's
a
lizard
too
Hit
the
mini
mart,
buy
the
bitter
truth
Get
a
few
ball
gags,
they're
on
three
for
two
Buy
a
better
mood,
buy
a
point
of
view
Yours
went
off
in
June
1992
Get
some
attitude,
get
some
nuance
too
Get
me
solitude
and
a
good
excuse
When,
I
come
back
in
with
a
one-two
Sucker
punch
in
the
gut
here's
a
tissue
Truth
hurts
when
it
points
right
at
you
Sit
down
now
for
some
ground
rules,
thank
you
Don't
talk,
that's
it,
just
one
Do
you
think
you
can
handle
that
much
I've
just
come
back
to
life
I'm
here,
I'm
your
little
ray
of
sunshine
Wonderful
nothing
I
just
want
something
wrong
I
want
indulgence
I
just
wanna
make
it
out
alive
Wonderful
nothing
I
want
you
to
bury
me
alive
Put
me
in
a
dungeon
I
come
back
in
with
a
one-two
I
come
back
in
with
a
one-two
Sucker
punch
in
the
gut
here's
a
tissue
Truth
hurts
when
it
points
right
at
you
Sit
down
now
for
some
ground
rules,
thank
you
Don't
talk,
that's
it,
just
one
Do
you
think
you
can
handle
that
much
I've
just
come
back
to
life
I'm
here,
I'm
your
little
ray
of
sunshine
You
got
big
ideas,
they're
as
sh*t
as
you
Tryna
self-combust,
just
for
an
excuse
Say
I
might
throw
up
just
to
leave
the
room
I'd
say
"burn
in
hell"
but
they'd
hate
you
too
In
my
mind,
annotating
you
What
is
that
you're
wearing?
Oh
it's
too
much
booze
Did
your
mom
tell
you
close
it
when
you
chew
Now
scuttle
home,
go
and
lick
your
wounds
I'm
a
fly
inside
of
your
facial
goop
I'm
a
little
hair
sat
inside
your
soup
There's
the
rub,
maybe
I'm
the
fool
I'm
tryna
stop,
but
I
still
love
you
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