Ten After Two Dead After Dallas Lyrics

It's not for the fame
Not so much a catch and you fall apart
It's such a sad excuse
I'll hang, hang, hang until it's done
Don't ever tell me we're the f*cking same

I've got bigger plans than this and it's not for the fame
Not so much a catch when you fall apart
It's such a sad excuse, it's all the same, a sad excuse

I've got a layer of Hell sitting under my skin
All these string have become knots
Let's cut them all

With only regrets I can hardly see straight So wash me white as snow
With no persuasion and only contradiction
These lies are all I know

I need an answer
I need the truth
I need an outing (Why have we pushed so hard)

I need an answer
I need the truth
I need an outing (Why have we pushed so hard)

All these strings have become knots and
I'm bound to fall if I'm left on my own
I have had it up to the brink
So hang, hang, hang until it's done

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