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Lyrics by Timothy Montera / Performed by Sick Life

And I’m not listening to a word you say
As my eyes case your lips like a crook that will move like liquid
Towards your mouth I shift I say there’s no way
That you’re making it out of this car tonight

And as the clothes hit the floor and the glass becomes mirrors
So I can watch you work
And you ask me why I talk like we’re in the movies
And you wonder oh my oh why you’re my
Superstar, that’s addicted to my arms and my neck and my body
And I warned you
Don’t let my hands escape your sight because I will…

I shove you back to center
Back into my reach
Put you outside
And cover me
Isn’t this so glamorous

I’m taking confession, taking confessions!
I’m taking confession, taking confessions!

I’m taking confession, taking confession
I know what you’ve done
And I know that…

(4x)

Twenty-eight holds no promises
Twenty-eight holds no

I can hear the beasts are feeding and coming my way
And at first all things are fair and then comes the bed and then comes the heartache
Choking on sweat don’t speak don’t move don’t you ruin this moment
Yeah I know it’s all my fault
And I’m guilty and angry
Please save me please save me please save me please save me please save me!

(4x)

Twenty-eight holds no promises
Twenty-eight holds no

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