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It's the calming before the storm
Alcohol sits nicely in your stomach warm
When you wake up hungover
You wish you were sober.
I've danced with the devil
And dreamed with the demons
Fell asleep with death
Then fell short of breath
When you wake up hungover
You wish you were sober
Just be pretty but naпve
Anything you hear is what you believe
Let the rhyme get stuck in your head
Wish you had undressed me in your head
It's the low before the high
It's been so long you thought you would die
When you wake up hungover
You wish you were sober
And I'll be counting the days that the sun goes past
With the clouds beneath my feet
Just be pretty but naпve
Anything you hear is what you believe
Let the rhyme get stuck in your head
Wish you had undressed me in your bed
'Cuz we've been falling apart
Built to crumble from the start
I'm a cold metal machine
And I'll do things you've never seen
Just be pretty but naпve
Anything you hear is what you believe
Let the rhyme get stuck in your head
Wish you had undressed me in your
Just be pretty but naпve
Anything you hear is what you believe
Let the rhyme get stuck in your head
Wish you had undressed me in your bed
'Cuz we've been falling apart
Built to crumble from the start
I'm a cold metal machine
And I'll do things you've never seen
And what they don't tell you in church is
Saints are sinners too.