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letra de suicide pact, yeh? - johnny foreigner

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one more failed suicide attempt
and i don’t think you’re trying anywhere hard enough
it’s not like we’re stood here wishing you were dead
i just want you to succeed at something you want to succeed at

and now you’re tearing down the christmas lights come valentine’s

our hostess, she skims the careless
i know the money’s there
i checked her underwear
hey bodycheck
another dress to get discarded in dark corners thrown
by drunken lovers
put some candles out
(put some candles out)

ex-dancer, she’s tight with bouncers
she says they’ve got her back
until they get her back
put some candles out
(put some candles out)

[chorus]
(i got nothing to lose)
i got nothing to lose
(i got nothing to lose)
for paris afternoons
(for paris afternoons)
i got nothing to lose
(i got nothing to lose)
if you’ve got nothing to prove
(i got nothing to lose)
i got nothing to lose
(for paris afternoons)
paris afternoons were false
(i got nothing to lose)
summer can’t come soon enough
(i got nothing to lose)

one more shattered limb for your bulletin
there was shouting, then screaming, police in the taxi rank
it’s not like we’re stood here waiting for the blood
i just want you to succeed at something you want to succeed at

and now you’re tearing down the christmas lights come valentine’s

like roadk!ll, we took bad pills
forgot where our hearts were at
and where the rest was stashed
the night broke us
your friends choked us
we p-ssed out on the taxi ride
we barely got inside
put some candles out
(put some candles out)

and i’m ashamed, i’m ashamed, i’m ashamed
if you treat this like a race then you’re only gonna lose
put some candles out
(put some candles out)

[chorus]
(i got nothing to lose)
i got nothing to lose
(i got nothing to lose)
for paris afternoons
(for paris afternoons)
i got nothing to lose
(i got nothing to lose)
if you’ve got nothing to prove
(i got nothing to lose)
i got nothing to lose
(for paris afternoons)
paris afternoons were false
(i got nothing to lose)
summer can’t come soon enough
(i got nothing to lose)

and how it all comes back
a row of cr-ppy flats
and a suicide pact
a heart attack stance that says
i tried, i tried, i tried, i tried
we made the best with what we had

- johnny foreigner

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