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letra de dry & cut - boredewil

[intro]
my ears are bleeding
from lack of sound
i can’t start breathing
because too loud
my mouth is really
chapped, chapped and puffed
all my fingers
dry, dry and cut

[verse]
check the images, make sure i’m invisible
am i in the focus, do i look too typical
check the entrances, make sure i’m vulnerable
am i in the clear, do i look k!ller, serial
check the witnesses, can they prove their talks visual
are you in the zone, can you create a miracle
chеck my pulse, i don’t think i feel too well
check my pulsе it’s going up thousands and
i think i need a quick break
with no bones left
i think i made a mistake
i think i’ve sealed my fate
once again
i’m not asking for ways, no
outdid my flames
once again
i’m back to feeling faked
i think i need a quick break
i’ve been talking too much
been forgetting my pace
[pre-chorus]
my ears are bleeding
from lack of sound
i can’t start breathing
because too loud
my mouth is really
chapped, chapped and puffed
all my fingers
dry- dry and cut

[chorus]
my ears are bleeding
from lack of sound
i can’t start breathing
because too loud
my mouth is really
chapped, chapped and puffed
all my fingers
dry- dry and cut

[verse]
do you feel it melting
in new york or j-pan by my helping
i feel like pretending
i’m up by the sea with a nice drink
i’m done metal welding
i’m tough as nails, robot masking
i’m going, never ending
i keep walking, i know i will tank it
i got the part, i will get the show
i made my moves, now it’s time to let go
i can’t believe you’re thinking so slow
i know my plan, where my future will go
i don’t need no explanations
i’m not here for exploration
if you need a consultation (oh my god)
find someone else, i’m not working dayshifts (god)
[prre-chorus]
my ears are bleeding
from lack of sound
i can’t start breathing
because too loud
my mouth is really
chapped, chapped and puffed
all my fingers
dry, dry and cut

[bridge]
made a feature
took your preaches
made my way
i tore my sneakers
you live, you eaters
i make procedures
i fake my feelings
i’m dry and cut no speeches

[chorus]
my ears are bleeding
from lack of sound
i can’t start breathing
because too loud
my mouth is really
chapped, chapped and puffed
all my fingers
dry, dry and cut

- boredewil

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