Correction Paroles Fake par Elise Ecklund

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Wreckage to the right
Why'd you have to bite
Now we're stuck here making decisions
All you wanna do is make me your muse
Guess I'm finally worthy of that t**le

I might not understand, but I'll pick my spirts up
And find you in the land that I swore I never loved
A wasteland of a place where no one sticks around
Cleaning up a mess that you didn't make at all

Well, do you think rose colored gla**es come with thorns in every package
How exciting if that's true, a girl like me you'll never choose
I'll make a list of all my vices, we're out of paper, what a crisis
Doesn't that make you upset, I shouldn't be your one regret

I might not understand, but I'll pick my spirts up
And find you in the land that I swore I never loved
A wasteland of a place where no one sticks around
Cleaning up a mess that you didn't make at all

I would say that you're pretty brave now
All of this lightning, all of these rainclouds
Hold me tightly, cuts through my veins
Like oh, oh oh oh
They would say that I'm pretty fake, yeah
Already told you that I'm a headcase
So you've been said to be wary
You don't know her at all
You don't know her at all
Whoa oh oh oh
I've been trying to tell you
Whoa oh oh oh
The signs have been flashing red
Whoa oh oh oh
I've been trying to tell you
I've been trying to tell you
The signs are red, red

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