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letra de slow dance - hard target

yeah
im spinnin outta control
the wheels froze goin off of the road
my past is dead to me now i’m only talkin to ghosts
tryin to conversate with someone tolerate these interruptions
i’m needin to take a break i’m in the constant state of runnin
every time i say i’m done
i turn around and think of somthin that will bring me to a point of falling down and deconstruction
mentally my fault lines are battling for sp-ce
and tremors of anxiety are rattled in my brain
i’m an addict for the pain its in habit i refrain from men that are acting from every little fast that i can play
i just pick apart the fragments i’ve adapted to obtain
the tiny but of human that is left has been to blame
maybe i’m just over thinking two bottles in
while i’m sittin here sober drinking i’m lost again
and i know the movies over with
i’m tryin to soak it in and pretend there are emotions that are left inside i’m holding in

hook:
we can slow dance with the devil
we can run away with something
we can say that were not ready
we can follow our -ssumptions
we can say we have it all in reality there’s nothing
and i know the end is soon but i don’t know when its coming
i know i’m falling quicker tryin to hold me up
drinking bottles of liquor alone and i am stuck
praying that i can make don’t know how long i can take it
another shot that’s followed by a chaser

i swallowed my pride picked up anger that i bottled inside
you deny it til you follow the signs
i think i’m outta my mind
a normal person thinks hes gotta be fine
they only see what they want with their eyes
every option is blind the insanity of walking a line
a simple pickle we are caught in a bind
i find it awkward to tryin to talk to you and often i am crossing a line
but the truth will set me free til i’m caught in a lie
i can’t be trusted i’m antsy i’m damaged f-ck it
stand for what i believe in or maybe i stand for nothin
plannin to kick the bucket while handlin all this luggage
i manage to make adjustments but dammit they seem redundant
so hand me something to function zanax or a panic b-tton
im dangling from a string ill be d-mned if i am a puppet
please indulge me with your bullsh-t p-ssing your judgement
because right now i’m on a path to destruction

we can slow dance with the devil
we can run away with something
we can say that were not ready
we can follow our -ssumptions
we can say we have it all in reality there’s nothing
and i know the end is soon but i don’t know when its coming
i know i’m falling quicker tryin to hold me up
drinking bottles of liquor alone and i am stuck
praying that i can make it don’t know how long i can take it
another shot that’s followed by a chaser

- hard target

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