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Something We Won't Talk About Lyrics - Artist : Direct Hit!
Poison cup, silver tongue was the start
You were gone, leaving you numb Saw him round, super-clear he'd forgotten Just the sound of his voice made you rotten Succumbed Promised he’s done You're a noose made flesh Physical embodiment of every nightmare he wept in But he'll never get it, never get it Oo-oo, tell me who are you-oo? Dry your leaking eyes out This is something we won’t talk about Oo-oo, here, you want a tissue? Dry your leaking eyes out This is when it's best to pass out Good to see ya, haven't talked since our bender Sweating palms, asking 'do you remember?' Oh no! We were too stoned! Ask him by for a drink, your apartment Plastic wrap, got a needle You start Pent-up scream comes out, wiping away all doubt You're a noose made flesh Physical embodiment of every nightmare He wept, just another compliment Noose made flesh Physical embodiment of every nightmare He wept, but he'll never get it Never get it all, no Oo-oo, tell me who are you-oo? Dry your leaking eyes out This is something we won't talk about Oo-oo, here, you want a tissue? Dry your leaking eyes out This is when it’s best to pass out Now you’re telling him 'don’t make a sound' Nah, he ain't some wretch you found Now he's begging you ’please let me go' But his ashes are needed to poison the seeds that he's sewn Oo-oo, tell me who are you-oo? Dry your leaking eyes out This is something we won't talk about Oo-oo, here, you want a tissue? Dry your leaking eyes out This is when it's best to pass out |
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