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Cut Off Your Hands
Cut Off Your Hands
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Brent Harris
Brent Harris
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Nick Johnston
Nick Johnston
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Phil Hadfield
Phil Hadfield
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Eighteen wasted months Starving in the city with the sun blinds shut Crawling in my skin, this feeling of bugs And I can't even go back to just who I was I'm proving nothing I'm proving nothing Wasting my life away Dreaming of the city and I'm miles away From everyone I know and love From one I'm trying to prove my life ain't stuck I'm fooling no one I'm fooling nobody but me Cannot even tell why I can't help feeling low Now I can't help feel the blues Now you know But it don't even make sense How I'm moaning like I'm spent How I'm moaning like a wreck I don't know Tensions, drunk and faked Acting like I'm tired of the comedown slip Acting like tomorrow's even better than when And I'm fooling no one Blaming my life away Growling at the man for the things I've changed Everything is hard when it's running away Like everybody else, I'll think of something to say And I'm fooling no one I'm fooling no one I'm fooling nobody but me Cannot even tell why I can't help feeling low Now I can't help feel the blues Now you know But it don't even make sense How I'm moaning like I'm spent How I'm moaning like a wreck I don't know And I'm fooling no one I'm fooling nobody but me Eighteen wasted months Starving in the city with the sun blinds shut Crawling in my skin, this feeling of bugs And I can't even go back to just who I was Can't even go back to just who I was Afraid of going back to just who I was Eighteen wasted months Starving in the city with the sun blinds shut Starving in the city with the sun blinds shut Afraid of going back to just who I was Eighteen wasted months Eighteen wasted months
Writer(s): Philip John Hadfield, Nicholas Robert Johnston, Brent Caleb Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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