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Brent de la Cruz
Brent de la Cruz
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Brent de la Cruz
Brent de la Cruz
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Brent de la Cruz
Brent de la Cruz
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Lyrics

Heavy set Silhouette in peripheral Main ways So Game Day is in the air Front seat Nose bleeds Its just principle So keen Small things'll make em stare You talk bout You talkin bout how you love this place a lot more than me But scars on your wrists tell stories that make you hard to believe Truth hurts Soft words Didn't mean to make you bleed Spoke so deep Black sheep You could bend a telephone pole with a call (But you never do) No more please Just speak I wonder how you live inside them paper thin walls I just tell myself These cuts gonna heal them self If I look away If I look away (Wake that boy up I said wake that boy up) Heavy set Silhouette in peripheral Main ways So Game Day is in the air Front seat Nose bleeds Its just principle So keen Small things'll make em stare You talk bout (Wake that boy up I said wake that boy up) You talk bout You talk bout You talk bout I just tell myself These cuts gonna Heal them self If I look away If I look away
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