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The Bitch In Black
04:29
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You’re a bitch, and your heart is black,
With every kiss, comes a stab in the back.
I’d say you have no soul, but you’d take the compliment,
Cause you’re the bitch in black.
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Pink Tipped Cigarettes
03:15
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Pink tipped cigarettes,
Thinking of the night we let ourselves, get so carried away,
Seems like it was, just yesterday.
I found love on the rocks,
I knew then forgot about who I am, and where I was,
And today, I am lost.
Chorus: Sleep, don’t come easy,
‘Cause I know your game, I know your game, I know your game.
Sleep, don’t come easy,
‘Cause I know your game, I know your game, I know your game.
My door is locked,
Behind it I can’t stop replaying the words, you said to me,
And today, it’s love on the rocks.
It got the better of me,
Now I can hardly see the world, surrounding me,
And today, I am lost.
Chorus
Pink tipped cigarettes,
Thinking of the night we let ourselves, get so carried away.
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Why'd Ya Even Bother
02:28
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I’m sorry but I’ve gotta get out of here,
I can’t stand it that I’m breaking your heart,
I would never had lead you on like this,
If I’d have known how you felt from the start,
Well, you aught-a know, that’s why I’ve gotta get outta here.
well how can you stand here and say these things,
You must know that they ain’t exactly true,
If I’d have wanted to hurt you my dear,
There’s so much more I could do.
Well, you…
Is this really what you wanna get out of life,
Ain’t there somewhere else you could be.
You’re waiting to see what life throws at you/You’ve been living each day as it comes to you.
Why’d you even bother with me.
I’m sorry, but ive got to get out of here,
I cant stand to see it go on like this,
I don’t feel like there’s any way out for us,
It’s always been a game of hit or miss.
Well…
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Going Dry
03:50
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I’ve spent all of my life, in the dark,
Not knowing what to do, or where on earth to start.
I guess I fell in with the wrong crowd, forgot myself, got too loud,
And now it’s time to change my watermark.
I’ve lost track of all I’ve drank, of all I’ve used,
I lost myself in drugs, in sex and booze,
My friend was always in a needle, or at the bottom of a glass,
And now it seems there’s not much left to choose.
Oh The pain of going dry, of going clean
The shakes of regret, over how I’ve been,
I’m going dry, Oh I, I’m tryin’ to get clean.
I’ve been a lucky man, in the past,
Always got what I wanted, and always got it fast.
I’m scared that I take it all for granted; I don’t deserve this wealthy life.
I should have guessed my luck would never last.
Line it up, roll it up, snort it up,
Pour it out, top it off, drink it down,
Take me home, into bed, start the fun,
Melt it down, suck it up, stick it in.
Oh The pain of going dry, of going clean
The shakes of regret, over how I’ve been,
I’m going dry, Oh I, I’m tryin’ to get clean.
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Rich Cummings England, UK
First brought to the limelight with 90s underground Cabaret Rock sensation 'Busty La Roux', Cummings now boasts a 'Rich' solo career
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