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Pro Painter Skurup

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11 september 2004
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13 juli 2010
622
You turn me off at the push of a button
And you pretend that I don't mean nothing
i'm not a saint, that's easy to tell
But guess what, honey, you ain't no angel

You like to scream these words as a weapon
Well go head take your best shot woman
I wanna leave you it's easy to see
But guess what, honey, it's not that easy

We get so complicated
These fingers full of memories

So rip my pictures from your wall
Tear them down and burn them all
Light the fire and walk away
There's nothing left to say so
Take the ashes from the floor
Bury them to just make sure
That nothing more is left of me
Just bittersweet memories


I wanna run and escape from your prison
But when I leave I feel something is missing
i'm not afraid that's easy to tell
This cant be heaven it feels like i'm in hell

You're like a drug that I can't stop taking
I want more and I can't stop craving
I still want you it's easy to see
But guess what, honey, you're not that good for me

We get so complicated
These fingers full of memories

So rip my pictures from your wall
Tear them down and burn them all
Light the fire and walk away
There's nothing left to say so
Take the ashes from the floor
Bury them to just make sure
That nothing more is left of me
Just bittersweet memories
Just bittersweet memories

We get so complicated

So rip my pictures from your wall
Tear them down and burn them all
Light the fire and walk away
There's nothing left to say so
Take the ashes from the floor
Bury them to just make sure
That nothing more is left of me
Just bittersweet memories

whoa oh oh there's nothing left to say



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