| When you’re always rubbin' shit in my face
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| Makes it hard for me to do the right things
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| I’m losing sight and losing count of the ways
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| I’m fucking breaking
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| When every fight is just a fucking disgrace
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| All in all, this is the mess that you made
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| Maybe this is just the stress that love brings
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| I’m fucking breaking
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| I hope you spit on my name for the last time
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| VVS baby, ice in the summertime
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| I’ll be back in the winter, hope you don’t mind
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| I try to be the one that keep you warm the whole night
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| I still remember when I’m backing out the driveway
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| Looking at you while you’re looking at me sideways
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| Now I’m doing 95 on the highway
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| I’m going my way
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| And there’s no one out there, you feel so lost
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| A sure-fire feeling, this holocaust
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| Consumed by doughts that you know will cost you
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| The way you’ve lived so long
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| So long
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| When you’re always rubbin' shit in my face
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| Makes it hard for me to do the right things
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| I’m losing sight and losing count of the ways
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| I’m fucking breaking
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| When every fight is just a fucking disgrace
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| All in all, this is the mess that you made
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| Maybe this is just the stress that love brings
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| I’m fucking breaking
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| I used to think that I had it all figured out
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| Sick of being alone, you’re went a different route
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| Sick of holding you down when you just run your mouth
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| Baby girl, can you tell what it’s all about?
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| I still remember seeing you backing out the driveway
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| You’re the feeling that I said I’d never replay
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| Now it’s clear I never needed you anyway
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| Can’t meet me halfway
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| And there’s no one out there, you feel so lost
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| A sure-fire feeling, this holocaust
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| Consumed by doughts that you know will cost you
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| The way you’ve lived so long
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| So long
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| When you’re always rubbin' shit in my face (my face)
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| Makes it hard for me to do the right things (right things)
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| I’m losing sight and losing count of the ways
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| I’m fucking breaking
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| When every fight is just a fucking disgrace (disgrace)
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| All in all, this is the mess that you made (you made)
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| Maybe this is just the stress that love brings
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| I’m fucking breaking
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| When you’re always rubbin' shit in my face (my face)
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| Makes it hard for me to do the right things (right things)
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| I’m losing sight and losing count of the ways
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| I’m fucking breaking
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| When every fight is just a fucking disgrace (disgrace)
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| All in all, this is the mess that you made (you made)
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| Maybe this is just the stress that love brings
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| I’m fucking breaking |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cruel Summer , by - Miss Fortune. Song from the album Cruel Summer, in the genre Поп