Tekst Utworu

The last one was a bit tuney Caught out, cold Hiding from you in a skin so old I'll come clean Everyone, everyone knows it's me And if I recover, will you be my comfort? Or it can be over, or we can just leave it here So pick any number, choose any colour I've got the answer, open the envelope I'll give you one more chance to say we can change or part ways And you take what you need, and you don't need me I'll give you one more chance to say we can change our old ways And you take what you need, and you know you don't need me Blow by blow Honest in every way I know You appear To face the decision I know you fear And if I recover, will you be my comfort? Or it can be over, or we can just leave it here So pick any number, choose any colour I've got the answer, open the envelope I'll give you one more chance to say we can change or part ways And you take what you need, and you don't need me I'll give you one more chance to say we can change our old ways And you take what you need, and you know you don't need me And you know you don't need me And if I recover, will you be my comfort? Or it can be over, or we can just leave it here So pick any number, choose any colour I've got the answer, open the envelope I'll give you one more chance to say we can change or part ways And you take what you need, and you don't need me I'll give you one more chance to say we can change our old ways And you take what you need, and you know you don't need me
Writer(s): Iain Andrew Cook, Martin Clifford Doherty, Lauren Eve Mayberry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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