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Georgia Fields
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Cold War
I stare at the Bible black bitumen I keep finding pieces of you in my handbag The memories, like treasure maps, take me back To headlines on bedroom walls And we sure knew how to put the fun in dysfunctionality Now you spread yourself so thin I can see right through
Your heart is hard like day old pita Oh please, darling, don't get bitter The hatchet is buried, the jury's still out And the distance between us is smiling
Hold my breath and count to ten Your finger is pointing in your self-righteous silence I've been waiting in the wings for far too long Been playing second fiddle, the piggy in the middle Cross my heart and hope to die もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com I'm not the consolation prize
Your heart is hard like day old pita Oh please, darling, don't get bitter The hatchet is buried, the jury's still out And the distance between us is smiling
What you say, it doesn't make It doesn't make a damn lick of difference
I'm a glittery circus girl walking the wire And I'm throwing a party on our funeral pire These little boulders you hold on your shoulders Are dragging you down and they're taking me with you
I don't want in this Cold War
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