| One more failed suicide attempt
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| And I don’t think you’re trying anywhere hard enough
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| It’s not like we’re stood here wishing you were dead
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| I just want you to succeed at something you want to succeed at
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| And now you’re tearing down the Christmas lights come Valentine’s
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| Our hostess, she skims the careless
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| I know the money’s there
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| I checked her underwear
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| Hey bodycheck
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| Another dress to get discarded in dark corners thrown
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| By drunken lovers
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| Put some candles out
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| (Put some candles out)
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| Ex-dancer, she’s tight with bouncers
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| She says they’ve got her back
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| Until they get her back
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| Put some candles out
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| (Put some candles out)
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| (I got nothing to lose)
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| I got nothing to lose
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| (I got nothing to lose)
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| For Paris afternoons
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| (For Paris afternoons)
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| I got nothing to lose
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| (I got nothing to lose)
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| If you’ve got nothing to prove
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| (I got nothing to lose)
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| I got nothing to lose
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| (For Paris afternoons)
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| Paris afternoons were false
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| (I got nothing to lose)
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| Summer can’t come soon enough
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| (I got nothing to lose)
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| One more shattered limb for your bulletin
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| There was shouting, then screaming, police in the taxi rank
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| It’s not like we’re stood here waiting for the blood
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| I just want you to succeed at something you want to succeed at
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| And now you’re tearing down the Christmas lights come Valentine’s
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| Like roadkill, we took bad pills
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| Forgot where our hearts were at
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| And where the rest was stashed
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| The night broke us
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| Your friends choked us
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| We passed out on the taxi ride
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| We barely got inside
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| Put some candles out
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| (Put some candles out)
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| And I’m ashamed, I’m ashamed, I’m ashamed
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| If you treat this like a race then you’re only gonna lose
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| Put some candles out
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| (Put some candles out)
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| (I got nothing to lose)
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| I got nothing to lose
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| (I got nothing to lose)
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| For Paris afternoons
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| (For Paris afternoons)
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| I got nothing to lose
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| (I got nothing to lose)
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| If you’ve got nothing to prove
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| (I got nothing to lose)
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| I got nothing to lose
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| (For Paris afternoons)
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| Paris afternoons were false
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| (I got nothing to lose)
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| Summer can’t come soon enough
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| (I got nothing to lose)
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| And how it all comes back
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| A row of crappy flats
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| And a suicide pact
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| A heart attack stance that says
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| I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried
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| We made the best with what we had |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Suicide Pact, Yeh? , by - Johnny Foreigner. Song from the album Arcs Across the City, in the genre Иностранный рок