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p.o.s - bleeding hearts club (mpls chapter) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: p.o.s.]
it’s been a bit; you look a little sick
you got the vibe of a ghost and i’m not equipped
but i can host, or i can drive, and a ride might be right
just hit the gas and crash tonight
must have been a beast
i bet you still rock a sweater in the heat, right?
and you can stand like it’s not that bad
but i only hear from you when it is, and you know that

[verse 2: slug]
my agenda, is pure, i’m sure you remember
the dialogue that occurred, i would render
the whole canvas blue
if it was just another bender to manage through
guess it depends on the day-to-day
most days i don’t even wanna see your face
don’t say that you don’t need love; it’s old
act tough, but your blood’s exposed

[hook: slug & p.o.s.]
i like the way you comb your hair
and i love them stylish clothes you wear
you’ve got some lights you’re down to share
it seems as if you want to care
good luck: the game you play ain’t fair
still stuck on why you’re standin’ there
we’ll keep your name in silent prayer
tear down that self-made cross you bear

[verse 3: p.o.s.]
i’ve been your ride the last few years
i’ve seen you through when no one’s there
i finally get why that’s the case
we let the liar lie in wake
up, it don’t deserve my sleep
and i can’t catch a wink ’til you stop, ’til you think
’til you’re clean, ’til you quit, ’til you’re done; this is it
i’m at the end of my rope
you’re at the end of your wick

[verse 4: slug]
midday with your bright stage light on your
mistakes, more weight and the frame might
give way to the offbeat dance ’til the
cit-ay and the concrete cracks in here
i still watch you cause i believe
there’s something true behind your t–th
it’s in them secrets that you keep
fish out of water trying to breathe

[verse 5: slug]
bear with me, it’s wrong to stare
but somehow i’m on it like it’s what you wanted
now i’m here, whistlin’ a song and tears
that might fall on a pair of distracted ears
are you listening? it’s the sound of toy handcuffs
and another voice you can’t trust
disrupt the self-destruct
waitin’ for the ball to hit the ground just to watch it bounce up

[verse 6: p.o.s.]
up, and down the same steps
we both have climbed that bind and connect us
i still feel the itch sometimes, but it lets up
you scratch ’til you bleed; you bleed just to prove life
so you can see it with your own two
but it’s mixed with a mess and it’s not you
can you hear me past the heartbeat?
or do you only know i care when our eyes meet?

[hook: slug & p.o.s.] (x2)
i like the way you comb your hair
and i love them stylish clothes you wear
you’ve got some lights you’re down to share
it seems as if you want to care
good luck: the game you play ain’t fair
still stuck on why you’re standin’ there
we’ll keep your name in silent prayer
tear down that self-made cross you bear

- p o s

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