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letra de pressure cooker bomb love - spirit weavers

[intro]
pressure cooker bomb love
blow me up, blow me up
pressure cooker bomb love
with your lo-o-ove

[verse 1]
we met like a ceasefire that didn’t hold long
white flags folded back into a song
your smile was a warning, taped under my skin
said “keep your distance”, i stepped right in
i mapped your laugh like a border dispute
every line shaking, every truth mute
you said, “don’t touch”, i heard advance
my heart misread the rules of the dance

[pre-chorus]
i feel thе tick in the quiet room
seconds swеating, flowers bloom
i’ve been hurt before, love terrorist
no one’s ever made me feel like this

[chorus]
pressure-cooker bomb love, hold me fast
every second stretched every shadow cast
we’re the aftermath before the past
a future shaking pipe bomb vest
pressure-cooker bomb love, don’t look away
this countdown feels like a prayer i say
if we go up let it be like a frag grenade
arms open wide in the blast’s bouquet
[verse 2]
your eyes are drones over my calm
circling soft with a hard alarm
my vows are armor, cracked at the seam
your whisper breaches the steel of me
we talk in codes like intercepted calls
say nothing, clearly feel everything fall
i sign your name on a fragile truce
then tear it up with a kiss so loose

[pre-chorus]
i feel the tick in the quiet room
seconds sweating, flowers bloom
i’ve been hurt before, love terrorist
no one’s ever made me feel like this

[chorus]
pressure-cooker bomb love, hold me fast
every second stretched every shadow cast
we’re the aftermath before the past
a future shaking pipe bomb vest
pressure-cooker bomb love, don’t look away
this countdown feels like a prayer i say
if we go up let it be like a frag grenade
arms open wide in the blast’s bouquet
[interlude]
pressure cooker bomb love
blow me up, blow me up
pressure cooker bomb love
with your lo-o-ove
pressure cooker bomb love
blow me up, blow me up
pressure cooker bomb love
with your lo-o-ove

[bridge]
call it radical, call it wrong
i’m recruited by the way you hum
propaganda posters in my head
all saying “us” in electric red
i lay my doubts like disarmed steel
you step closer nothing’s real
love’s an explosion dressed as fate
i cross the line, i don’t hesitate

[chorus]
pressure-cooker bomb love, hold me fast
every second stretched every shadow cast
we’re the aftermath before the past
a future shaking pipe bomb vest
pressure-cooker bomb love, don’t look away
this countdown feels like a prayer i say
if we go up let it be like a frag grenade
arms open wide in the blast’s bouquet
[outro]
pressure cooker bomb love
blow me up, blow me up
pressure cooker bomb love
with your lo-o-ove
pressure cooker bomb love
blow me up, blow me up
pressure cooker bomb love
with your lo-o-ove

- spirit weavers

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