paroles de chanson Holy Grail - Piano Tribute Players
You
take
the
clothes
off
my
back
And
I
let
you
You'd
steal
the
food
right
out
my
mouth
And
I'd
watch
you
eat
it
I
still
don't
know
why
Why
I
love
you
so
much
Oh
(Thanks
for
warning
me)
You
curse
my
name
In
spite
to
put
me
to
shame
Have
my
laundry
in
the
streets
Dirty
or
clean
Give
it
up
for
fame
But
I
still
don't
know
why
Why
I
love
it
so
much
(Thanks
for
warning
me)
Yeah
And
baby
It's
amazing
I'm
in
this
maze
with
you
I
just
can't
crack
your
code
One
day
you
screaming
you
love
me
loud
The
next
day
you're
so
cold
One
day
you're
here,
one
day
you're
there,
one
day
you
care
You're
so
unfair
sipping
from
your
cup
Till
it
runneth
over,
Holy
Grail
(Uh)
Blue
told
me
to
remind
you
niggas
(uh)
Fuck
that
shit
y'all
talkin'
about
I'm
the
nigga
(uh),
caught
up
in
all
these
lights
and
cameras
(uh)
But
look
what
that
shit
did
to
Hammer
(uh)
God
damn
it
I
like
it
Bright
lights
is
enticing
But
look
what
it
did
to
Tyson
All
that
money
in
one
night
30
mill
for
one
fight
But
soon
as
all
that
money
blows,
all
the
pigeons
take
flight
Fuck
the
fame,
keep
cheating
on
me
What
I
do,
I
took
her
back,
fool
me
twice
That's
my
bad,
I
can't
even
blame
her
for
that
Enough
to
make
me
wanna
murder
Momma
please
just
get
my
bail
I
know
nobody
to
blame
Kurt
Cobain,
I
did
it
to
myself
And
we
all
just
entertainers
And
we're
stupid,
and
contagious
Now
we
all
just
entertainers
Now
I
got
tattoos
on
my
body
Psycho
bitches
in
my
lobby
I
got
haters
in
the
paper
Photo
shoots
with
paparazzi
Can't
even
take
my
daughter
for
a
walk
See
'em
by
the
corner
store
I
feel
like
I'm
cornered
off
Enough
is
enough
I'm
calling
this
off
Who
the
fuck
I'm
kidding
though?
I'm
getting
high
Sitting
low
Sliding
by
In
that
big
body
Curtains
all
in
my
window
This
fame
hurt
But
this
chain
works
I
think
back
You
asked
the
same
person
If
this
is
all
you
had
to
deal
with
Nigga
deal
with
It,
this
shit
ain't
work
This
light
work
Camera
snapping,
my
eyes
hurt
Niggas
dying
back
where
I
was
birthed
Fuck
your
iris
and
the
IRS
Get
the
hell
up
off
of
your
high
horse
You
got
the
shit
that
niggas
die
for
Dry
yours
Why
you
mad
Take
the
good
with
the
bad
Don't
throw
that
baby
out
with
that
bath
water
You're
still
alive
Still
that
nigga
Nigga
you
survived
You
still
getting
bigger
nigga
Living
the
life
Vanilla
wafers
In
a
villa
Illest
nigga
alive
Michael
Jackson's,
Thriller
You
get
the
air
out
my
lungs
whenever
you
need
it
And
you
take
the
blade
right
out
my
heart
just
so
you
can
watch
me
bleed
it
And
I
still
don't
know
why
Why
I
love
you
so
much
(Thanks
for
warning
me)
Yeah
(Thanks
for
warning
me)
And
you
play
this
game
in
spite
to
drive
me
insane
I
got
it
tattooed
on
my
sleeve
forever
in
ink
with
guess
whose
name
But
I
still
don't
know
why
Why
I
love
it
so
much,
yeah.
(Thanks
for
warning
me)
![Piano Tribute Players - Top 20 Hits October 2013](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/w/v/e/d/4ywkw2devw.jpg)
1 Royals
2 Hold On, We're Going Home
3 Dark Horse
4 Elastic Heart
5 Counting Stars
6 Wrecking Ball
7 The Fox
8 Atlas
9 Walking on Air
10 Holy Grail
11 Roar
12 Applause
13 TKO
14 We Remain
15 Sweater Weather
16 Wake Me Up
17 We Can't Stop
18 Work Bitch
19 Monster
20 Let Her Go
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