Rory And The Artificial Heart – Typical lyrics
typical
condescending ways and the games you play
running through my veins yeah
running through my veins yeah
running out of breath cause a second left kazaam
righteous dancing on
and my demons dance on
she's always telling me it's all the same
and now she's telling me I'm not to blame now
she's always telling me it's all the same
and she's telling me I'm not to blame now
so I'm leaping off this planet
head first into your arms (head first into your arms)
I'm a walking institution
this shit has gone too far
this is the last time
have to get you off my conscious
i hate it
how do you think you know me so well
this is the last time
so let me go
oh the beat starts coming (you got that right)
the rest start sliding
so get your long legs shaking
we all start singing
you're telling me it's all the same
now she's telling me I'm not to blame now
she's always telling me it's all the same
now she's telling me I'm not to blame now
so I'm leaping off this planet
head first into your arms
I'm a walking institution
this shit has gone too far too far now
this is the last time
have to get you off my conscious
i hate it
how do you think you know me so well
this is the last time
so let me go
let me go
sought what you couldn't find in me
I found a new way to kill this ending
sought what you couldn't find in me
I found a new way to kill this ending
yeah
kill this ending
oh yeah yeah yeah yeah
leaping off this planet
head first into your arms
I'm a walking institution
this shit has gone too far
this is the last time
have to get you off my conscious
i hate it
how do you think you know me so well
this is the last time
so let me go
so so well (she's the worst kind of lover)
so so well (it's the one time to love her)
so so well (she's the worst kind of lover)
so so well (she's the worst)
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