Paramore - Playing God (Instrumental) | Текст песни

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• Playing God (Instrumental)

Can't make my own decisions or make any with precision
Well maybe you should tie me up so I don't go where you don't want me
You say that I've been changing, that I'm not just simply aging
Yeah how could that be logical?
Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat

Oh oh oh ohhhh

I know you don't believe me, but the way I way I see it
Next time you point a finger I might have to bend it back
or break it break it off.
Next time you point a finger I'll point you to the mirror.

If God's the game you're playing, then we must get more acquainted,
Because it hast to be so lonely... to be the only one who's holy
It's just my humble opinion, but it's one that I believe in
You don't deserve a point of view, if the only thing you see is you.

Whoaaaaaa

You don't have to believe me,
But the way I way I see it.
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
or break it break it off.
Next time you point a finger
I 'll point you to the mirror.

This is the last second chance
(I'll point you to the mirror)
And now it's as good as it gets
(I'll point you to the mirror)
I'm on all sides of defense
(I'll point you to the mirror)
Without a hidden regret
(I'll point you to the mirror)

I know you don't believe me, but the way I way I see it
Next time you point a finger I might have to bend it back
or break it break it off.
Next time you point a finger I'll point you to the mirror.

I know you won't believe me, but the way I way I see it
The next time you point a finger I might have to bend it back
or break it break it off.
Next time you point a finger I'll point you to the mirror.

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