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Jet Lag Gemini
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Bittersweet
Lyricist:Daniel Harris Diliberto, Matei Ioan Gheorghiu, Vlad Luca Gheorghiu, Mikhail A. Safonov
Even though you want it You really shouldn't think about it Treason is a tar pit It's so tacky to preserve alone
Can you live like a crow? There's your answer As you pick at my bones with your friends and Their barren tongues won't fill your lungs
Love tends to dry (And you can find it in a heartbeat) In hands that don't try (And leave it tangled in the bed sheets)
Love tends to dry (You burn your bridges in the backseat) In hands that don't try (And show up widowed on the high street)
Come on, say you've done it Though we don't have to talk about it The stains left on the carpet Scream loud enough for all to know
Do your legs fail the floor? There's your answer A mistake with a sword needs a ransom But you've got no jazz to have the cash
Love tends to dry (And you can find it in a heartbeat) In hands that don't try (And leave it tangled in the bed sheets)
Love tends to dry (You burn your bridges in the backseat) In hands that don't try (And show up widowed on the high street)
Love tends to dry (And you can find it in a heartbeat) In hands that don't try Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com (And leave it tangled in the bed sheets)
Love tends to dry (You burn your bridges in the backseat) In hands that don't try (And show up widowed on the high street)
In a coat for assault, desperate and bleak Oh, so bittersweet
Love tends to dry (And you can find it in a heartbeat) In hands that don't try (And leave it tangled in the bed sheets)
Love tends to dry (You burn your bridges in the backseat) In hands that don't try (And show up widowed on the high street)
Love tends to dry (And you can find it in a heartbeat) In hands that don't try (And leave it tangled in the bed sheets)
Love tends to dry (You burn your bridges in the backseat) In hands that don't try (And show up widowed on the high street)
Love tends to dry (And you can find it in a heartbeat) In hands that don't try (And leave it tangled in the bed sheets)
Love tends to dry (You burn your bridges in the backseat) In hands that don't try (And show up widowed on the high street) Oh, so bittersweet
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