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Sweet crap
02:18
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Em C G D
My love you need to know something
I've been having some trouble smiling
I feel down all the time
I feel like crap I wanna hide
I drink my coffee, jump on the bus
I do my duties, I'm a good man
C Am C Am
But sweetheart, inside I'm dying
Love of mine, I'm slowly rotting
I've been having those strange dreams
My brain is black, I can't delete
You were the good, I was the bad
We could never share our paths
But sweetheart, inside I'm dying
Love of mine, I'm slowly rotting
It's not you I'm attracted to
It's not you I wanna slide into
Darling, I've never felt complete
I've been trying, all I feel is the need
But sweetheart, inside I'm dying
Love of mine, I'm slowly rotting
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C Am C Am
C
You know your momma she's seen it all
Am
She knows too well how to be strong
Em
She'll always keep you safe and warm
F G
Goldie Locks you're the queen of all the places you belong
C G
F G C
Don't let anyone tell you ever that you don't belong
You'll have to fight to find your way
But I'll never be too far if you need me to stay
People can be cruel, but also kind
Never be afraid to show them your light
F G
In every instant you breathe
C F
In every heartbeat
G C G
You will be
And I hope I'll see you grow
and I hope I can see you and know you true
I'll make sure you see the magic in every heartbeat
'cause when I first felt yours I knew you would change me
In every instant I breathe
In every heartbeat
you will be
In every instant you breathe
In every heartbeat
You will be
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Never enough
02:50
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Wild Wolves Call
02:56
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You can sell yourself in a thousand ways
the first person you lie to is your own face
fix that hair, fake a smile, wear that suit with the right tie
or you can sell your body down by the canal
fake a crippled leg or just dumpster dive
sometimes a knife is more honest than a handshake
sometimes your heart's just a muscle
but muscles can break
I'VE BEEN SO STUCK IN MY WAYS
And I convince myself I'm made for what I do
some random job just to make it through
I keep waiting for that opportunity to show
someday it will
Or I could start dating alcohol
start to listen when the wild wolves call
take my chances over dense traffic streets
I don't wanna die, I just want to break free in any way
I'VE BEEN SO STUCK IN MY WAYS
You were talking about those little boxes
you put people in when you meet someone new
feels like you met them all, feels like they're running out
of personalities, but you know that
I don't believe in stereotypes
but the same way you judge people, they judge themselves
looking for an identity, a box can be safe
but you gotta pay, and that's why
I'VE BEEN SO STUCK IN MY WAYS
So you can fuck yourself in a thousand ways
but don't judge others for doing the same
everybody's got their soul in a box
and if you want to reach them you must pick that lock
and find a way to light their spark
everybody wanna hear the wild wolves call
fear are building walls around us
this song is so full of clichés, because I
HAVE BEEN SO STUCK IN MY WAYS
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Am Dm Am G
Am Dm Am-G Am
You grab my hump as I enter scene
you act like a dick and disrespect me
If you're looking for trouble - Hello
But I'm no the one to go
F
I don't wanna have to hate everything
G
I just wanna dance and sweat and sing
F G
And when I put my make up on
C F
I go places I don't belong
F G
Yeah you better keep an eye on me
C
because I dance like Beyonce,
F G C C
but I fight like Bruce Lee
F G C C
I fight like Bruce Lee
We both like to fuck and that is fine
but you talk about my body like it ain't mine
I shine like a diamond so who are you
to talk trash on me well you gotta know
When you're calling me a whore
You will get a tornadhoe
'cause when I put my make up on
I go places I don't belong
Yeah you better keep an eye on me
because I dance like Beyonce, but I fight like Bruce Lee
I fight like Bruce Lee
F G C Am
F G Am Am
You must not know about me
You must not know about me
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Am Dm Am G
Am Dm Am-G Am
Well you grab my hump as I enter scene
you act like a dick and disrespect me
If you're looking for trouble - Hello
But I'm no the one to go
F
I don't wanna have to hate everything
G
I just wanna dance and sweat and sing
F G
And when I put my make up on
C F
I go places I don't belong
F G
Yeah you better keep an eye on me
C
because I dance like Beyonce,
F G C C
but I fight like Bruce Lee
F G C C
I fight like Bruce Lee
We both like to fuck and that is fine
but you talk about my body like it ain't mine
I shine like a diamond so who are you
to talk trash on me well you gotta know
When you're calling me a whore
You will get a tornadhoe
'cause when I put my make up on
I go places I don't belong
Yeah you better keep an eye on me
because I dance like Beyonce, but I fight like Bruce Lee
I fight like Bruce Lee
F G C Am
F G Am Am
You must not know about me
You must not know about me
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Am Dm Am G
Am Dm Am-G Am
Well you grab my hump as I enter scene
you act like a dick and disrespect me
If you're looking for trouble - Hello
But I'm no the one to go
F
I don't wanna have to hate everything
G
I just wanna dance and sweat and sing
F G
And when I put my make up on
C F
I go places I don't belong
F G
Yeah you better keep an eye on me
C
because I dance like Beyonce,
F G C C
but I fight like Bruce Lee
F G C C
I fight like Bruce Lee
We both like to fuck and that is fine
but you talk about my body like it ain't mine
I shine like a diamond so who are you
to talk trash on me well you gotta know
When you're calling me a whore
You will get a tornadhoe
'cause when I put my make up on
I go places I don't belong
Yeah you better keep an eye on me
because I dance like Beyonce, but I fight like Bruce Lee
I fight like Bruce Lee
F G C Am
F G Am Am
You must not know about me
You must not know about me
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Don't
01:34
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G Em C
How come we never change, if you feel empty?
G
I'll fill the space
G Em C
How come we never stay, if you feel crazy?
G
I'll go away
Am
But I beg you
D
Oh I beg you
G
Just don't do the same
How come we never change, if you feel tired?
I'll be the strength
How come you never say, if you feel speechless?
I'll hold your hand
But I beg you
Oh I beg you
Just don't do the same
Just don't do the same
Just don't do the same
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Goodbyes at track 12
01:44
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Meet me up
02:09
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The Rotten Pichas Gothenburg, Sweden
All songs written by Marine Beldjerba and Jonas Selander
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