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Tigere

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Come follow me but I'm not ready
Singing read songs writ in rocksteady
Tell the truth the attentions wore me out
Eyes fixed on me like a tinned sardine
I just wanna be your queen
There's a dance down south that's still unseen
Cauterised romance but does it bleed
I feel that filter lately
Can you put it all up when you're standing next to me
All the money that we couldn't be making
Without fucking up lives that are already taken
Tell me once
I'm adored and ignored
To issue a statement of freedom
Is incitement of war
What for?
Whatever for?
Sir I swear that's not my gun
It never was my fault
When I'm alone and you
You promise that you'll shoot
Take a minute for the sun
To bleach out all my clothes
Shrouded in white my lose hips groove
To your spacey mystic blues
But it's not my fault
I just don't have a gun
I'm living for the sun
This summer wasn't fun
It's just all your fault
It's just all your fault
I look let down but but I won't go back
Enraged by the rhythm of your drawling word attack
Puff pieces like pastry
So greasy in papers
A minute from pleasure
An alley adjacent
If you're so sick of waiting
Why the hell are you waiting
Virtue is not patience
If you save no young faces
Why wait?
Sir I swear that's not my gun
It never was my fault
When I'm alone and you
You promise that you'll shoot
Take a minute for the sun
To bleach out all my clothes
shrouded in white my lose hips groove
To your spacey mystic blues
But it's not my fault
I just don't have a gun
I'm living for the sun
This summer wasn't fun
It's just all your fault
It's just all your fault
I don't really wanna say it but I just woke up to find out love ain't tender
Got me falling hard
That's not something that I knew
So what's it to you when you wake up
And your make up stains my shoulder
With the news of the world
And sorrowful tunes

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