| I’ve been a victim
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| My nails are scrapin' the floor
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| Look what you made me
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| I’m not afraid anymore
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| When my bones break, I don’t cry
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| In the middle of the flames, I breathe life
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| I breathe, I breathe, I breathe life
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| I breathe, I breathe, I breathe life
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| I be, I be, I be like
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| I got the murder
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| That fucking murder I said
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| I’m in the circus
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| This fucking circus I say
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| Hey
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| Hey
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| I got the murder
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| Their fucking murder I slay
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| Slay (slay, slay)
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| (Hey)
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| Slay (slay, slay)
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| (Hey)
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| Slay (slay, slay)
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| (Hey)
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| Look in the mirror
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| Take in the feeling, the flaws
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| Fuck the familiars
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| I gain so much from the loss
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| When my bones break, I don’t cry
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| In the middle of the flames, I breathe life
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| I breathe, I breathe, I breathe life
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| I breathe, I breathe, I breathe life
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| I be, I be, I be like
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| I got the murder
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| That fucking murder I said
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| I’m in the circus
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| This fucking circus I say
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| Hey
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| Hey
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| I got that murder
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| That fucking murder I slay
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| Slay (slay, slay)
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| (Hey)
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| Slay (slay, slay)
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| (Hey)
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| Slay (slay, slay)
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| (Hey)
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| (I slay, oh)
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| (I slay, woah)
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| (I slay, ahh)
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| (Slay…)
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| (I slay, I slay, ohh)
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| (I slay, hey…)
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| «But you know, I’m really only envious of one thing, and that is a surfer.
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| I think it’s the most beautiful thing. |
| See, I’m mad about, though.
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| I think is God’s tranquilizer. |
| To be in it, to drink it, to look at it.
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| And to be a surfer! |
| Ahh. |
| The sky, and the water, to me would be the most
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| wonderful thing. |
| I’m just sorry I didn’t make it.»
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| I don’t care that you think I’m a bitch
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| I don’t care that I envy you
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| I just wanted some respect, that’s all
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| Well, now I simply can’t forget
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| Think you know how crazy I can be
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| You think you know what’s next
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| But those who know me
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| Don’t doubt me
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| And those doubt me
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| Never knew me
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| At all
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| You don’t get the best of me
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| You gon' see the west of me
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| You won’t be
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| Dragging me down
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| You don’t get the best of me
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| You gon' see the west of me
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| You won’t be
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| Dragging me
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| Dragging me down
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| I don’t care that I ripped you to shreds
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| And now I stare at night at you
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| As you lay your ex in my bed
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| You should know better than to break down my neck
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| You think you know how crazy I can be
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| And you think you know what’s next
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| But those who know me
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| Don’t doubt me
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| And those doubt me
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| Never knew me
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| At all
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| You don’t get the best of me
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| You gon' see the west of me
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| You won’t be
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| Dragging me down
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| You don’t get the best of me
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| You gon' see the west of me
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| You won’t be
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| Dragging me down
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| (Dragging me down)
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| (You won’t be dragging me)
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| (You won’t be dragging me down)
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| (You won’t be dragging me down) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song FUCKING MURDER , by - Caroline Vreeland. Song from the album 'LIKE A WOMAN, LIKE A DRUNKARD, LIKE AN ANIMAL', in the genre Альтернатива