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New Bomb Turks
New Bomb Turks
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Matt Reber
Matt Reber
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Sam Brown
Sam Brown
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Eric Davidson
Eric Davidson
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Jim Weber
Jim Weber
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Lyrics

So there were challenges you couldn't handle Guess your grip wasn't as tight as your bitterness Yeah, so it's come to this Now you defense is most offensive You claim the ones you avoided never talk to you Yeah, well where were you? You know your eyes are empty Your lips, they barely move You know your beaten heart ain't beating hard It beat it out of you The lies they pile on others The web, it strangles you You know your beaten heart ain't beating hard It beat it out of you So there you're hanging onto air Thinner than your glare, gasping for a breath And fighting old despair Blueprints for happiness you played to a T turned green With the greed that snuck right into you Gave you the blues, yeah You know your eyes are empty Your lips, they barely move You know your beaten heart ain't beating hard It beat it out of you The lies they pile on others The web, it strangles you You know your beaten heart ain't beating hard It beat it out of you So now you're out to avenge yourself Shove your hand to shake, but that grip it quakes It's too used to faking it Does your safety net have holes? Do you wish you at least, you at least had foes? Do you even know your name anymore? You know your eyes are empty Your lips, them barely move You know your beaten heart ain't beating hard It beat it out of you The lies they pile on others The web, it strangles you You know your beaten heart ain't beating hard It beat it out of you
Writer(s): Matthew Reber, Eric Davidson, James Weber, Samuel Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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