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Çıkış Tarihi7 Ekim 2016
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Nathaniel Ramiz Abuhamad
Nathaniel Ramiz Abuhamad
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Today's the birthday of my ex
The ex I never had-the first, the only, and the last
No longer am I pure
Just the sound of that name, now I'm awkward and insane (man...)
Why you gotta be drunk with me?
Huh? Why can't we talk simply?
All started six years ago
You loved, you broke; you're hurt, you're played
Prepared to die another day
High tide when you kick it with the moon
Crimes rise when you fiddle with the boom
Love died when you cuddled with a loon
Some cried when you muscled with a wound
Too late when psychopathy's assumed
Clarity left half-past noon
Done with both one and two
Still broken, a fool, and I'm screwed
It's pretty sad when you break your own heart
Through a woman who never cared that way
And up until this day, you find yourself in the same place
Desire for love has gone away
And you're alone in apathy, (oh hey)
Why can't you just be sober with me?
Why can't we just talk simply?
All started six years ago
I loved, I broke; I'm hurt, I'm played
Prepared to sin another day
High tide when you kick it with the moon
Crimes rise when you fiddle with the boom
Love died when you cuddled with a loon
Some cried when you muscled with a wound
Too late when psychopathy's assumed
Clarity left half-past noon
Done with both one and two
Still broken, a fool, and I'm screwed (and I'm screwed)
High tide when you kick it with the moon
Crimes rise when you fiddle with the boom
Love died when you cuddled with a loon
Some cried when you muscled with a wound
Too late when psychopathy's assumed
Clarity left half-past noon
Done with both one and two
Still broken, a fool, and I'm screwed
Written by: Nathaniel Ramiz Abuhamad
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