Johnny Foreigner - Suicide Pact, Yeah? lyrics

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Johnny Foreigner - Suicide Pact, Yeah? lyrics

One more failed suicide attempt and I dont hink yr trying anywhere hard enough. It's not like were stood here wishing you were dead, I just want you to succeed at something you want to succeed at. Now yr tearing down the christmas lights Come valentines. Out hostess, She skims the careless, I know the money's there, I checked her underwear. Hey bodycheck! Another dress to get Discarded in dark corners thrown by drunken lovers, Put some candles on Put some candles on Ex dancer, Shes tight with bouncers, She says they got her back until they get her back So put some candles on Put some candles on I've got nothing to lose I've got nothing to lose I've got nothing to lose For paris afternoons For paris afternoons I've got nothing to lose I've got nothing to lose He's got nothing to proof I've got nothing to lose I've got nothing to lose For paris afternoons For paris afternoons We're fake and summer can't come soon enought. One more shattered limb for yr bulletin There was shouting, then screaming, then poilice in the taxi rank. Its not like we're stood here waiting for the blood, I just want you to succeed at something you want to succeed at. Now yr tearing down the christmas lights Come valentines. Like roadk**, We took bad pills, forgot where our hearts were at And where the rest was stashed the night broke us, Yr friends choked us, pa**ed out on the taxi ride, We barely got inside, Put some candles on Put some candles on And I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed If you treat this like a race Then yr always going to lose, Put some candles on Put some candles on I've got nothing to lose I've got nothing to lose I've got nothing to lose For paris afternoons For paris afternoons I've got nothing to lose I've got nothing to lose He's got nothing to proof I've got nothing to lose I've got nothing to lose For paris afternoons For paris afternoons We're fake and summer can't come soon enought. And how it always comes back To a row of cheap flats, A suicide pact And a heart attack stance that says I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried, I made the best with what we had.