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Funeral for a Friend - She Drove Me to Daytime Television lyrics
Can't beat the best ones A little closer maybe a bit too close You function you turn out A flawless performance Turn your camera away from me (Woah) Spill your guts in 8mm (Woah) Put your focus where your mouth is (Woah) You're the only one who's fading here Such holidays in the sun don't come without sacrifices You know it makes more sense Such holidays in the sun don't come without sacrifices You know I like the way you cry Break my heart and break my hands and let me down I want to snap your neck in two And leave you for dead, you are so dead Turn your camera away from me (Woah) Spill your guts in 8mm (Woah) Put your focus where your mouth is (woah) You're the only one who's fading here Such holidays in the sun don't come without sacrifices You know it makes more sense Such holidays in the sun don't come without sacrifices You know it makes more sense on and on and on and on and on... ... go!... |
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