Из альбома: Losing Colour

I'm sick
I'm sick of those eyes
You know they don't look right
I'm sick of that smile
It don't sit right

And all the while
You went and spilt my drink
When we went out tonight
All I could hear you think was

Who's this girl
That I'm here sat with
She's got no money oh shit
What are we gonna do with that

Don't spit at my face
Cried a lot
Consider how it is this way
I'll get a job

So go a moment to work
(?) man
Selling champagne
There's more money that way

What's it like
when you watch your life
But your lips can't buy
What your notes can buy

This girl
That your here sat with
She's got no money oh shit
What are we gonna do with that

Don't spit at her face
Don't try to lick the black tears from her face
She cries a lot
Consider how it is her way
It's just her job

It's just her job
It's just her job
It's just her job
How incredibly...
How incredibly...
How incredibly mean
How incredibly mean
How incredibly mean
How incredibly mean

How sad it feels
How sad it feels

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