If I could give you life, I would take the chance To make you see how much all those peeps and forgotten plans Last one to feel your touch and they watched
ready to roll Where were you when it got all dramatic? Hiding away in your hole Maybe on another Sunday, pick another time And we fight looking over your shoulder Maybe on another Sunday
If you told me something that wasn't true You do Stop and have a look just exactly what you You do Did I go to fast? Did I go to slow? I know something
care anymore Kills, thrills and Sunday pills I"m on a mission to kill Still 'cause nothin' thrills I can't help missin' you still Well, I always will Kills, thrills and Sunday pills
1,2,3,4 oh no its over can i give you a call? we've come so far we can't climb over the walls yeah... caked up, break up and now i want to be friends
And you lied to the nation On your knees These a bid for the speaking Speak your mind Don?t let me stop you When you find Your bred for the killing
So you have made some mistakes, You don't need beating down now you've found That you're alone in a crowd And back when we were younger We felt so old
Someday we will find a way To forget what has become You're here, in spite of all your fears So just relax I've got the gun You're already really gone
Come on, your not built for Sundays, yeah Fall off, meltdown on the runway, yeah All that glitters is not gold Told you once I'd heard you'd been sold
I never gave a reason of why I didn't call Now I've grown so tired of lying to myself It cannot go unsaid I regret what they know Don't think it's all
Pack a suitcase , she's leaving Tuesday This shits been over since you gone But you know, its for sure I tried to pretend to go , Best off you leave me
If I could give you my life I would The chance to make you see how much All those peeps and forgotten plans Last one to feel your touch And they
were you when it got all dramatic? Hiding away in your hole Meet me on another Sunday, pick another time On Monday we can fight, lookin over your shoulder Maybe on another Sunday
If you told me something that wasn't true , you do AStop and have a look just exactly what you , you do Did I got to fast , Did I go to slow I know something
lie to the nation On your knees , theres some bread for the baking WHOA! Speak your mind , don't let me stop you When you find , your bread for the killing
Someday we will find a way To forget what has become Your here in spite of all your fears Just relax I've got the gun Your already really gone
