Horda - Matter of Taste | Текст песни

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Some guy knocked on my door
I was stressed from fear
I’ve been caught for not being stylish
But I feel no shame

COS’ HEY! STYLE IS A MATTER OF TASTE
IN YOUR EYES THERE IS ONLY HAZE
DO WE GET NO DAYS OF GRACE?
WELL I’M READY IF YOU SAY

HEY! STYLE IS A MATTER OF TASTE
I’D LOVE TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE
RIP YOUR HEART OUT WITH THESE HANDS
STILL I’M READY!

I can not see what you say
what you point at...
Only a matter of time till
the world finds out you’re a Fake

COS’ HEY! STYLE IS A MATTER OF TASTE
IN YOUR EYES THERE IS ONLY HAZE
DO WE GET NO DAYS OF GRACE?
WELL I’M READY IF YOU SAY

HEY! STYLE IS A MATTER OF TASTE
I’D LOVE TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE
RIP YOUR HEART OUT WITH THESE HANDS
STILL I’M READY!

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