paroles de chanson
Getting
up
getting
into
cold
Muscle
memory
and
eyes
half
closed
Getting
back
to
my
eight
days
week
I
miss
my
heart,
my
nights,
my
streets
There's
a
rating
to
get
Love
yourself,
done
with
that
Poor
peeps
hate
that
trick
Giving
thrills
to
shit
a
brick
Double
paid
aint
no
sin
Bear
the
grind
this
pay
to
win
There's
a
rating
to
get
Love
yourself,
done
with
that
I
am
taking
two
steps
back
for
a
while
Learn
to
walk
unpossessed
and
free
a
soul
from
this
stress
Sweet
chills
are
running
down
my
spine
I
am
off
that
panic,
I
am
off
for
quite
some
time
Hey
little
scum
grab
some
sweets
Freetime
means
shit,
feel
and
repeat
Another
ego
boost,
self
shot
to
snatch
Fucking
hell
it's
half
past
edge
There's
a
rating
to
get
Love
yourself,
done
with
that
I
am
taking
two
steps
back
for
a
while
Learn
to
walk
unpossessed
and
free
a
soul
from
this
stress
Sweet
chills
are
running
down
my
spine
I
am
off
that
panic,
I
am
off
for
quite
some
time
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