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INTERPRÉTATION
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COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
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Jack Collins
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PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
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Paroles
I thought that I could trust you, yeah
I guess that it was in my head
Run your mouth like you do so well
You did this to yourself
Why'd you have to say it? I don't like that
Why'd you have to do it? I don't like that
Pour a little salt on the wound
Tell me that it's hard being you, I don't like that
Feel your hands wrap around my neck
You think you can demand respect
Tell me what the fuck you've done
I'll wait
Why'd you have to say it? I don't like that
Why'd you have to do it? I don't like that
Pour a little salt on the wound
Tell me that it's hard being you, I don't like that
No, I don't like that
No, I don't like that
You don't wanna change
Fuck it, you can stay the same
I don't need the pain
You can just fade away
Why'd you have to say it? I don't like that
Why'd you have to do it? I don't like that
Pour a little salt on the wound
Tell me that it's hard being you, I don't like that
Why'd you have to say it? I don't like that
Try to take it back, I don't like that
Pour a little salt on the wound
Tell me that it's hard being you, I don't like that
I don't like that
I don't like that
What a fuckin' shame
When you took it all, did you like that?
Try to slip away
You got what you want, I don't like that
Writer(s): John Martin Collins, John Dewitt Underkofler, Willard Preston Sykes Goodroad, Dylan Geoffrey Brenner
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