| I am a grenade, you are a metal grate
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| I throw myself at you but I will not break
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| You are the bloody boot pressed into my head
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| You are the reason that they don’t care
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| Let me steal the show please
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| He’s got nothing but sleaze
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| He’s got the cards up his sleeves
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| The kings are at home
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| Let me steal the show please
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| He’s got nothing but sleaze
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| He’s got the cards up his sleeves
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| The kings are at home
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| Pour petrol on my clothes
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| Anaesthetic in my gums
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| Throw away the words I wrote
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| I declare my demons have won
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| Darling look oh we’re in such a mess
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| And you’ve got my heart trapped in a masochistic check
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| This part right now is where you load your gun
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| For when my back is turned I guess that you have won
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| Let me steal the show please
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| He’s got nothing but sleaze
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| He’s got the cards up his sleeves
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| The kings are at home
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| Let me steal the show please
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| He’s got nothing but sleaze
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| He’s got the cards up his sleeves
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| The kings are at home
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| Pour petrol on my clothes
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| Anaesthetic in my gums
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| Throw away the words I wrote
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| That switch in your bedroom
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| That hides everything you do
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| Has another fingerprint
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| Your bedside lamp is your own best friend
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| Pour petrol on my clothes
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| Pour petrol on my clothes
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| Anaesthetic in my gums
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| Throw away the words I wrote
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| That switch in your bedroom
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| That hides everything you do
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| Has another fingerprint
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| Your bedside lamp is your own best friend
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| (Friend)
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| I declare my demons have won
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| I declare my demons have won
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| (Fuck) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Petrol & Anaesthetic , by - Dead!. Song from the album The Golden Age of Not Even Trying, in the genre Альтернатива