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Sick, Sick, Sick Lyrics - Artist : Bayside
I curse to hell the magistrate who granted this unholy fate
But I know, I know I asked for this myself I'm bound by law to hell and it's sick, sick, sick Humans have their needs, living in a fairytale, it's tearing at the seams The dank reject, the devil in a dress, exactly what you see Sick, sick, sick, it's sick, sick, sick You made a mess of things My what a mess you've made I hate the way you make me feel I hate the way you make me In your world it's cold outside So button up and open wide I hate the way you make me feel sick, sick, sick Oh woah, oh, oh, oh Oh woah, oh, oh, oh If memory serves me correct I gave you all, you gave me less Your sexcapades deliver checks but can't afford you self-respect And it's sick, sick, sick Humans on their knees, living in a fairytale, it's tearing at the seams The dank reject, the devil in a dress, exactly what you see Sick, sick, sick It's sick, sick, sick You made a mess of things My what a mess you've made I hate the way you make me feel I hate the way you make me In your world it's cold outside So button up and open wide I hate the way you make me feel sick, sick, sick Maybe love is looking for someone to fill those holes We grow up building lives with holes in all our walls The walls can fall but here you were with spare bricks to save the day And we pray it's not too late Spare bricks can be dead weight Sick, sick, sick, it's sick, sick, sick Sick, sick, sick, it's sick, sick, sick You made a mess of things My what a mess you've made I hate the way you make me feel I hate the way you make me In your world it's cold outside So button up and open wide I hate the way you make me feel sick, sick, sick |
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