Starving Your Friends Lyrics
| Song | Starving Your Friends |
| Artist | Envy on the Coast |
| Album | Lucy Gray |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Envy On The Coast, Hunter | |
| Thanks a lot. | |
| I've been disadvantaged from the start. | |
| He constricted the veins heading straight to my head, | |
| Rerouted the blood to my heart instead. | |
| Rerouted the blood to my heart instead. | |
| I am braindead, | |
| Think in strictly in blues and reds. | |
| Oh I'm in enough trouble man... | |
| Oh man, I'm in trouble again. | |
| Cause everyone's ears are watching me, | |
| But I never, ever felt that this would be | |
| Anything more than a makeshift personal | |
| IV. I fall three times as hard. | |
| If it's for nothing at all | |
| You all seem twice as tall as | |
| I will ever be. | |
| And I feel terribly small. | |
| When my head works too hard. | |
| When you think with your chest, | |
| There's not a thing that you don't see. | |
| I'm hardly capable of half the damage that | |
| I would like to do. | |
| I could swear that | |
| I don't care, | |
| But you know | |
| I'm too full of shit to think this through. | |
| So Look at me, | |
| I pray to | |
| God But curse too much to be considered true. | |
| I'm just like me. | |
| So who the hell are you? | |
| I'm but a boy, | |
| Just like the rest of these thieves. | |
| And I borrow phrases, from dusty, faded, record sleeves. | |
| The story is the same. | |
| I've just personalized the name. | |
| But if it's all you need, | |
| Then I'd be more than happy to confess my shame. | |
| I know you think you know, | |
| But these eyelids are windows that shut you out from all the things that | |
| I don't want you to know. | |
| And I refuse to tell you one single secret | |
| I own. 'Cause you'll find | |
| I'm petrified of your eyes. | |
| I'm hardly capable of half the damage that | |
| I would like to do. | |
| I could swear that | |
| I don't care, | |
| But you know | |
| I'm too full of shit to think this through. | |
| I've read the book, | |
| I prayed to | |
| God, But cursed too much to be considered true. | |
| I'm just like me. | |
| So who the hell are you? |
| zuo qu : Envy On The Coast, Hunter | |
| Thanks a lot. | |
| I' ve been disadvantaged from the start. | |
| He constricted the veins heading straight to my head, | |
| Rerouted the blood to my heart instead. | |
| Rerouted the blood to my heart instead. | |
| I am braindead, | |
| Think in strictly in blues and reds. | |
| Oh I' m in enough trouble man... | |
| Oh man, I' m in trouble again. | |
| Cause everyone' s ears are watching me, | |
| But I never, ever felt that this would be | |
| Anything more than a makeshift personal | |
| IV. I fall three times as hard. | |
| If it' s for nothing at all | |
| You all seem twice as tall as | |
| I will ever be. | |
| And I feel terribly small. | |
| When my head works too hard. | |
| When you think with your chest, | |
| There' s not a thing that you don' t see. | |
| I' m hardly capable of half the damage that | |
| I would like to do. | |
| I could swear that | |
| I don' t care, | |
| But you know | |
| I' m too full of shit to think this through. | |
| So Look at me, | |
| I pray to | |
| God But curse too much to be considered true. | |
| I' m just like me. | |
| So who the hell are you? | |
| I' m but a boy, | |
| Just like the rest of these thieves. | |
| And I borrow phrases, from dusty, faded, record sleeves. | |
| The story is the same. | |
| I' ve just personalized the name. | |
| But if it' s all you need, | |
| Then I' d be more than happy to confess my shame. | |
| I know you think you know, | |
| But these eyelids are windows that shut you out from all the things that | |
| I don' t want you to know. | |
| And I refuse to tell you one single secret | |
| I own. ' Cause you' ll find | |
| I' m petrified of your eyes. | |
| I' m hardly capable of half the damage that | |
| I would like to do. | |
| I could swear that | |
| I don' t care, | |
| But you know | |
| I' m too full of shit to think this through. | |
| I' ve read the book, | |
| I prayed to | |
| God, But cursed too much to be considered true. | |
| I' m just like me. | |
| So who the hell are you? |
| zuò qǔ : Envy On The Coast, Hunter | |
| Thanks a lot. | |
| I' ve been disadvantaged from the start. | |
| He constricted the veins heading straight to my head, | |
| Rerouted the blood to my heart instead. | |
| Rerouted the blood to my heart instead. | |
| I am braindead, | |
| Think in strictly in blues and reds. | |
| Oh I' m in enough trouble man... | |
| Oh man, I' m in trouble again. | |
| Cause everyone' s ears are watching me, | |
| But I never, ever felt that this would be | |
| Anything more than a makeshift personal | |
| IV. I fall three times as hard. | |
| If it' s for nothing at all | |
| You all seem twice as tall as | |
| I will ever be. | |
| And I feel terribly small. | |
| When my head works too hard. | |
| When you think with your chest, | |
| There' s not a thing that you don' t see. | |
| I' m hardly capable of half the damage that | |
| I would like to do. | |
| I could swear that | |
| I don' t care, | |
| But you know | |
| I' m too full of shit to think this through. | |
| So Look at me, | |
| I pray to | |
| God But curse too much to be considered true. | |
| I' m just like me. | |
| So who the hell are you? | |
| I' m but a boy, | |
| Just like the rest of these thieves. | |
| And I borrow phrases, from dusty, faded, record sleeves. | |
| The story is the same. | |
| I' ve just personalized the name. | |
| But if it' s all you need, | |
| Then I' d be more than happy to confess my shame. | |
| I know you think you know, | |
| But these eyelids are windows that shut you out from all the things that | |
| I don' t want you to know. | |
| And I refuse to tell you one single secret | |
| I own. ' Cause you' ll find | |
| I' m petrified of your eyes. | |
| I' m hardly capable of half the damage that | |
| I would like to do. | |
| I could swear that | |
| I don' t care, | |
| But you know | |
| I' m too full of shit to think this through. | |
| I' ve read the book, | |
| I prayed to | |
| God, But cursed too much to be considered true. | |
| I' m just like me. | |
| So who the hell are you? |
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