Letra de The Art Of Whore - Dillinger Four
Letra de canci�n de The Art Of Whore de Dillinger Four lyrics
I was here before these hangers on
And I'll still be here when you lose 'em
We've seen it once, we've seen it all before
Building confidences with razors
Your swelling head blacks out the sun
The more you speak, the more I go numb
It goes on and on like a painful sitcom
I'm sorry sir, but are you ready for your close-up?
Your ego's fed, my face is red
I gotta get out
Forget so easily the way things used to be
I gotta get out
All this limelight, it's burning out your sights
And I'm afraid you no longer see it
Handed the life you want, you chose to respond
With nothing but complaints
That's not a life
It's a fucking cliche
Forget the people who have brought you here
Forget the places you came from
I recognize that the walls are closing in
And I have never walked in your shoes, in your shoes
Your swelling head blacks out the sun
The more you speak, the more I go numb
It goes on and on like a painful sitcom
I'm sorry sir, but are you ready for your close-up?
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Your ego's fed, my face is red
I gotta get out
Forget so easily the way things used to be
I gotta get out
All this limelight, it's burning out your sights
And I'm afraid you no longer see it
Handed the life you want, you chose to respond
With nothing but complaints
That's not a life
It's a fucking cliche
Can't go back to the start
Yeah, it hurts sometimes, yeah, it kinda breaks my heart
Try to find something to say
But the words don't fit, the words don't fit
I stood there awkwardly
While you let people act like you just parted the sea
I wanna set it straight
The words don't fit, the words don't fit
I wonder if they ever will
Can we get back where we began?
Do I really even give a damn?
Yeah, the words don't fit, the words don't fit
I wonder if they ever will
Can we get back where we began?
Do I really even give a damn?
And I'll still be here when you lose 'em
We've seen it once, we've seen it all before
Building confidences with razors
Your swelling head blacks out the sun
The more you speak, the more I go numb
It goes on and on like a painful sitcom
I'm sorry sir, but are you ready for your close-up?
Your ego's fed, my face is red
I gotta get out
Forget so easily the way things used to be
I gotta get out
All this limelight, it's burning out your sights
And I'm afraid you no longer see it
Handed the life you want, you chose to respond
With nothing but complaints
That's not a life
It's a fucking cliche
Forget the people who have brought you here
Forget the places you came from
I recognize that the walls are closing in
And I have never walked in your shoes, in your shoes
Your swelling head blacks out the sun
The more you speak, the more I go numb
It goes on and on like a painful sitcom
I'm sorry sir, but are you ready for your close-up?
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Your ego's fed, my face is red
I gotta get out
Forget so easily the way things used to be
I gotta get out
All this limelight, it's burning out your sights
And I'm afraid you no longer see it
Handed the life you want, you chose to respond
With nothing but complaints
That's not a life
It's a fucking cliche
Can't go back to the start
Yeah, it hurts sometimes, yeah, it kinda breaks my heart
Try to find something to say
But the words don't fit, the words don't fit
I stood there awkwardly
While you let people act like you just parted the sea
I wanna set it straight
The words don't fit, the words don't fit
I wonder if they ever will
Can we get back where we began?
Do I really even give a damn?
Yeah, the words don't fit, the words don't fit
I wonder if they ever will
Can we get back where we began?
Do I really even give a damn?
