| Oh, pretty boy
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| You found it hard to really find out what felt right
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| You wanna be a pretty girl, you’d humped at night
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| The streets, your urgency to bleed
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| You bruised up both your knees
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| While rifling through women’s jeans
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| Cause the attraction’s always high
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| Sparkling, a sparkled fight
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| The grittiest of crimes, your clothes are ruined
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| You’re running in the wild
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| A horse carrying a child
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| You got your kite so high, I think you flew it
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| I know it, I think you knew it
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| Now it’s all bad education
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| Feeling fine, I’m feeling patient
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| Girls and boys and full frustration
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| St. Valentine, I think I taste it
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| Tugging at the seatbelt
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| I’m jumping out the saddle
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| I’m shuffling my feet around
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| I’m kneeling at the steeple
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| When will my heart teeter, tatter?
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| I‘m a believer, I’m solid matter
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| Oh, pretty girl
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| You turned it on, you turned it out, it all felt off
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| That’s how it is, that’s how it was
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| You searched it all so well, underwater in a bell
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| You smeared on coral lips while checking off a checked off list
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| Situations never kind, feathering a dance-hall stride
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| You’re playing with the craziest locomotive
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| You broke your fingers in the climb
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| Scuffed up all your pretty shine
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| You’ve got your air so thin
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| I think you blew it, did I blow it?
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| You fell into it
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| Now it’s all bad education
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| Feeling fine, I’m feeling patient
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| Girls and boys and full frustration
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| St. Valentine, I think I taste it
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| Tugging at the seatbelt
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| I’m jumping out the saddle
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| I’m shuffling my feet around
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| I’m kneeling at the steeple
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| When will my heart teeter, tatter?
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| I’m a believer, I’m solid matter
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| I think I faked it, oh did I fake it?
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| Oh, boy your lips look good when you fake it
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| I think I made it, oh did I make it?
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| You tried so hard boy, you better make it
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| I think I’ll take it, oh should I take it?
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| Oh, pretty girl, I don’t think you can take it
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| I think I hate it, oh do I hate it?
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| I taste it, I taste it
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| Now it’s all bad education
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| Feeling fine, I’m feeling patient
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| Girls and boys and full frustration
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| St. Valentine, I think I taste it
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| Tugging at the seatbelt
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| I’m jumping out the saddle
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| I’m shuffling my feet around
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| I’m kneeling at the steeple
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| I’m tugging at the seatbelt
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| I’m jumping out the saddle
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| I’m shuffling my feet around
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| I’m kneeling at the steeple
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| I hope you feel it in your hands
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| I hope you feel it in your hands
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| I hope you feel it in your hands
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| I hope you feel it in your hands |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Education, artist - Tilly And The Wall. Album song I Want to F*ck It Up (Tilly and the Wall 2002-2013), in the genre Альтернатива