Cartwheels Lyrics

Well if knives, knives had names then the last laugh must
be on us.Gave our gold to the stand up, turns out he was
the one against us. Left wounded at the side, ruby soaked
was my shirt. Grovelling until it hurt, ruby soaked was
my shirt. I carved in your arms to remind you, seeking
help with no floors too I carved in your arms to remind you, seeking help I thought you knew. Faking, it was
stealing that gave the scene away Today, well today I've
been mostly negative I'm negative in this stab, in this
stab like cabaret. Merlot or just wine, was it you drank
all the time?

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