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Got away with things Murder, murder, murder Someone took my place Torture, torture, torture Pressures turned to pain Finally going under This won't last all day Keeping my composure Can I ask you why you're calling No, I never said that I was sorry Won no victory that you applauded Now I'm standing out here and I'm starving I'm not with the games you're playing (playin) And I don't like all the things you're saying (sayin) No, I won't take long to stand up and say it (zoom zoom) And I can't stop, stand there and take it (no way) Got away with things Murder, murder, murder Someone took my place Torture, torture, torture Pressures turned to pain Finally going under This won't last all day Keeping my composure Sittin on the floor in middle of the night Living for yourself does it really feel right and Standin on the shelf just in case you need to find me Never needed help now the evidence is blinding Sittin on the floor in middle of the night (Sittin on the floor in middle of the night) Living for yourself does it really feel right and (Living for yourself does it really feel right) Standin on the shelf just in case you need to find me (Standin on the shelf just in case you need to find me) Never needed help now the evidence is blinding (Never needed help now the evidence is blinding) The evidence is blinding Blinding The evidence is blinding Blinding Got away with things Murder, murder, murder Someone took my place Torture, torture, torture Pressures turned to pain Finally going under This won't last all day Keeping my composure
Writer(s): Jonah Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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