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Direct Hit - Something We Won't Talk About (Official Audio)
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Direct Hit!
Direct Hit!
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Nick Woods
Nick Woods
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Lyrics

Took you out for a drink at a party
 Poison cup, silver tongue was the start
 You were gone, leaving you numb
 Saw him round, super-clear he'd forgotten
 Just the sound of his voice made you rotten
 Succumbed
 Promised he's done
 You're a noose made flesh
 Physical embodiment of every nightmare he wept in
 But he'll never get it, never get it
 Oo-oo, tell me who are you-oo?
 Dry your leaking eyes out
 This is something we won't talk about
 Oo-oo, here, you want a tissue?
 Dry your leaking eyes out
 This is when it's best to pass out
 Good to see ya, haven't talked since our bender
 Sweating palms, asking 'do you remember?'
 Oh no! We were too stoned!
 Ask him by for a drink, your apartment
 Plastic wrap, got a needle
 You start
 Pent-up scream comes out, wiping away all doubt
 You're a noose made flesh
 Physical embodiment of every nightmare
 He wept, just another compliment
 Noose made flesh
 Physical embodiment of every nightmare
 He wept, but he'll never get it
 Never get it all, no
 Oo-oo, tell me who are you-oo?
 Dry your leaking eyes out
 This is something we won't talk about
 Oo-oo, here, you want a tissue?
 Dry your leaking eyes out
 This is when it's best to pass out
 Now you're telling him 'don't make a sound'
 Nah, he ain't some wretch you found
 Now he's begging you 'please let me go'
 But his ashes are needed to poison the seeds that he's sewn
 Oo-oo, tell me who are you-oo?
 Dry your leaking eyes out
 This is something we won't talk about
 Oo-oo, here, you want a tissue?
 Dry your leaking eyes out
 This is when it's best to pass out
Written by: Nick Woods
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