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letra de cotton candy - the bellastrades

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sweating bullets in your room, trying to cut it up tidy
chin up on my back
when the plain and the boring becomes good morning
you’ll weigh up on the scales on my chest

and you always make the cut
and never once did i take it out on you and in
the factory parking lot
with all your dead lovers in one spot how could you not get f-cked up?

sweating bullets in my tomb
man, they shut it up tightly
your nails are still in my back
you went and scattered out ashes in all my old habits
no, i’m nothing but who i am to you

and you always make the cut
and never once did i take it out on you and in
the factory parking lot
with all your dead lovers in one spot how could you not get f-cked up?
f-cked up

when they open me up, they’ll see
you k!lled me in the end
when they open me up
like some flesh eating virus from outer sp-ce
that you slipped in a kiss when we cut the cake
like some flesh eating virus from outer sp-ce
that you slipped in a kiss when we cut the cake
like some flesh eating virus from outer sp-ce
that you slipped in a kiss when we cut the cake
like some flesh eating virus from outer sp-ce
that you slipped in a kiss when we cut the cake

f-cked up

when they open me up, they’ll see
you k!lled me in the end
when they open me up, they’ll see

could you not get f-cked up?

i’m the one that got away, i couldn’t help but call
and as the dalton fades away, i don’t feel nothing at all
there was a million things to say if you’d picked up that call
in this house made of cotton candy, nothing tastes sweet no more

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