Today & Tonight Songtext
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always thought it was a metaphore
chasing twisters while avoiding the storm
your glass house will see better days
spreading lies in an uptown jewerly case
the old oak i'll cut into firewood
you'll start the stove like you said you would
if i make it out, her world is gonna burn
it's russian roulette and it'll always be her turn
chasing twisters while avoiding the storm
your glass house will see better days
spreading lies in an uptown jewerly case
the old oak i'll cut into firewood
you'll start the stove like you said you would
if i make it out, her world is gonna burn
it's russian roulette and it'll always be her turn
pull the trigger
if you think it will help
so pull the trigger if you think it will help
i use to have some love but this bullet is left
pull the trigger if you think it will help
i use to say i'm sorry but now i keep your gun on my belt
so put the bullet in the chamber and pull the hammer back
tell your love if she's an angel better pull her wings back
if you want a miracle you better prove me wrong
pull the trigger
if you think it will help
so pull the trigger if you think it will help
i use to have some love but this bullet is left
pull the trigger if you think it will help
i use to say i'm sorry but now i keep your gun on my belt
i called the lord, gave him your excuse
he hung up the phone, and cut the cord in two
now his line is dead, and so are you
his fucking line is dead, how am i ever getting through
oh no
if you think it will help
so pull the trigger if you think it will help
i use to have some love but this bullet is left
pull the trigger if you think it will help
i use to say i'm sorry but now i keep your gun on my belt
so put the bullet in the chamber and pull the hammer back
tell your love if she's an angel better pull her wings back
if you want a miracle you better prove me wrong
pull the trigger
if you think it will help
so pull the trigger if you think it will help
i use to have some love but this bullet is left
pull the trigger if you think it will help
i use to say i'm sorry but now i keep your gun on my belt
i called the lord, gave him your excuse
he hung up the phone, and cut the cord in two
now his line is dead, and so are you
his fucking line is dead, how am i ever getting through
oh no
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