Photo Atlas, The
It's Always About the Money
The lights flash on a broken TV screen Shattered glass and a crooked picture frame The clock stops ticking back and forthI'm sure it's hard enough to sleep without this Constant heartbeat The last time I saw her she was onShe felt the same to me but I was wrongI'm not trying to sell her anythingI found a place to hide I wanted to tell her everythingIt breaks my fucking heartI'm not gonna sell her anythingI found a place to hideI wanted to tell her everythingIt breaks my fucking heart Cross paths in slow motionWindows downLong enough for us to meet And then I was goneIf it's not obvious by nowShe is my mysteryAnd I can't slow downI can't slow downSongtexteThe last time I saw her she was face downShe looked the same to me but I was wrongI'm not trying to sell her anythingI found a place to hide I wanted to tell her everythingIt breaks my fucking heartI'm not gonna sell her anythingI found a place to hideI wanted to tell her everythingIt breaks my fucking heartIt's always about the money!Let's go!
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