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Ribs
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Past 7 Days
Ribs was discovered most frequently in the first few seconds of the song during the past week

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
The drink you spilt all over me
Lover's Spit left on repeat
My mom and dad let me stay home
It drives you crazy, getting old
[Verse 2]
We can talk it so good
We can make it so divine
We can talk it good
How you wish it would be all the time
[Verse 3]
The drink you spilt all over me
Lover's Spit left on repeat
My mom and dad let me stay home
It drives you crazy, getting old
[Verse 4]
The drink you spilt all over me
Lover's Spit left on repeat
My mom and dad let me stay home
It drives you crazy, getting old
[Verse 5]
This dream isn't feeling sweet
We're reeling through the midnight streets
And I've never felt more alone
It feels so scary, getting old
[Verse 6]
We can talk it so good
We can make it so divine
We can talk it good
How you wish it would be all the time
[Verse 7]
This dream isn't feeling sweet
We're reeling through the midnight streets
And I've never felt more alone
It feels so scary, getting old
[Verse 8]
This dream isn't feeling sweet
We're reeling through the midnight streets
And I've never felt more alone
It feels so scary, getting old
[Verse 9]
I want 'em back, I want 'em back
The minds we had, the minds we had
How all the thoughts, how all the thoughts
Moved 'round our heads, moved 'round our heads
[Verse 10]
I want 'em back, I want 'em back
The minds we had, the minds we had
It's not enough to feel the lack
I want 'em back, I want 'em back, I want 'em
[Verse 11]
You're the only friend I need (You're the only friend I need)
Sharing beds like little kids (Sharing beds like little kids)
And laughing till our ribs get tough (Laughing till our ribs get tough)
But that will never be enough (But that will never be enough)
[Verse 12]
You're the only friend I need (You're the only friend I need)
Sharing beds like little kids (Sharing beds like little kids)
And laughing till our ribs get tough (Laughing till our ribs get tough)
But that will never be enough (But that will never be enough)
But that will never be enough, but that will never be enough
But that will never be enough, but that will never be enough
Written by: Ella Yelich O'Connor, Joel Little
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