George Booth - It's Fucking Cold | Текст песни

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• George Booth
• It's Fucking Cold

Fucking spit me out
I don't care
Fucking spit me out
I'm done with it
But I'll never let it go
'Till I'm dead
Oh but I'll never let it go
'Till I grow tired, and weak

and weak, and weak

Nothing that you said could ever have the same impact
that it did, last year

You'll move away, become a constant aching remind of everything that I could never say, like a fucking ode to the things I said I'd never fucking be

Fucking spit me out
I don't care
Fucking spit me out
I'm done with it
But I'll never let it go

You were never my friend

Like a thorn in my side
and an ache in my chest
like a fucking ode to the things I said I'd never fucking be