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Penelope Scott - Lukewarm
Lukewarm
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Tekst piosenki: Penelope Scott - Lukewarm
Put your index finger in your mouth
And scratch your cheek real slow
Draw blood, taste water
And drink it 'til there's no more
Throw a punch, watch it sail through the air
Keep talking but there's nobody there
Can't remember anything that you say
Slit your throat and die and wake up the next day
I wanna scream
I wanna run
I'd die at 22 to feel alive at 21
It's lukewarm and stale bread
I wanna put a magic bullet in my head
It's lukewarm and stale bread
I wanna get my heavy bones outta bed
I couldn't pass the Turing test if I
Had the answer sheet
I wanna leave everyone who loves me
'Cause I'm so bland and they're so sweet
The news used to make me cry every time
I'd rather cry than come tonight
I can't even give a fuck in my dreams
Oh what I wouldn't give to care enough to scream
I wanna scream
I wanna run
I'd die at 22 to feel alive at 21
It's lukewarm and stale bread
I wanna put a magic bullet in my head
I wanna put a magic bullet in my bed
Snort coke
Get fucked
Go to church and pray to live a life that doesn't suck
Read books
And get laid
And maybe God would let me fucking die one day
And scratch your cheek real slow
Draw blood, taste water
And drink it 'til there's no more
Throw a punch, watch it sail through the air
Keep talking but there's nobody there
Can't remember anything that you say
Slit your throat and die and wake up the next day
I wanna scream
I wanna run
I'd die at 22 to feel alive at 21
It's lukewarm and stale bread
I wanna put a magic bullet in my head
It's lukewarm and stale bread
I wanna get my heavy bones outta bed
I couldn't pass the Turing test if I
Had the answer sheet
I wanna leave everyone who loves me
'Cause I'm so bland and they're so sweet
The news used to make me cry every time
I'd rather cry than come tonight
I can't even give a fuck in my dreams
Oh what I wouldn't give to care enough to scream
I wanna scream
I wanna run
I'd die at 22 to feel alive at 21
It's lukewarm and stale bread
I wanna put a magic bullet in my head
I wanna put a magic bullet in my bed
Snort coke
Get fucked
Go to church and pray to live a life that doesn't suck
Read books
And get laid
And maybe God would let me fucking die one day
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