| Song | Dirty Love |
| Artist | Kilians |
| Album | Lines You Should Not Cross |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| All those words are palling in my head, | |
| And oh, I’d rather be anywhere else, instead. | |
| But oh, I figure out, there is no doubt | |
| That you’ll come back to me. | |
| We could work it out, take it to the next round. | |
| But I feel sold, dirty love, | |
| And I was told that it’s not enough, | |
| It’s not enough. | |
| All those times you ran away from me, | |
| Oh, I rather see you hanging around with me. | |
| But oh, I figure out, there is no doubt, | |
| You give me all | |
| I need, We could work it out and take it to the next round. | |
| But I feel sold, dirty love, | |
| And I was told that it’s not enough, | |
| And the streets | |
| I roam they gladly love | |
| I feel old and | |
| I’m tired to try, | |
| I’m tired to try. | |
| So tired to try. | |
| I feel sold, | |
| I was told it’s not enough. | |
| And I feel sold, dirty love, | |
| And I was told that it’s not enough | |
| And the streets | |
| I roam, they got me hope | |
| I feel old and | |
| I’m tired to try. |
| All those words are palling in my head, | |
| And oh, I' d rather be anywhere else, instead. | |
| But oh, I figure out, there is no doubt | |
| That you' ll come back to me. | |
| We could work it out, take it to the next round. | |
| But I feel sold, dirty love, | |
| And I was told that it' s not enough, | |
| It' s not enough. | |
| All those times you ran away from me, | |
| Oh, I rather see you hanging around with me. | |
| But oh, I figure out, there is no doubt, | |
| You give me all | |
| I need, We could work it out and take it to the next round. | |
| But I feel sold, dirty love, | |
| And I was told that it' s not enough, | |
| And the streets | |
| I roam they gladly love | |
| I feel old and | |
| I' m tired to try, | |
| I' m tired to try. | |
| So tired to try. | |
| I feel sold, | |
| I was told it' s not enough. | |
| And I feel sold, dirty love, | |
| And I was told that it' s not enough | |
| And the streets | |
| I roam, they got me hope | |
| I feel old and | |
| I' m tired to try. |
| All those words are palling in my head, | |
| And oh, I' d rather be anywhere else, instead. | |
| But oh, I figure out, there is no doubt | |
| That you' ll come back to me. | |
| We could work it out, take it to the next round. | |
| But I feel sold, dirty love, | |
| And I was told that it' s not enough, | |
| It' s not enough. | |
| All those times you ran away from me, | |
| Oh, I rather see you hanging around with me. | |
| But oh, I figure out, there is no doubt, | |
| You give me all | |
| I need, We could work it out and take it to the next round. | |
| But I feel sold, dirty love, | |
| And I was told that it' s not enough, | |
| And the streets | |
| I roam they gladly love | |
| I feel old and | |
| I' m tired to try, | |
| I' m tired to try. | |
| So tired to try. | |
| I feel sold, | |
| I was told it' s not enough. | |
| And I feel sold, dirty love, | |
| And I was told that it' s not enough | |
| And the streets | |
| I roam, they got me hope | |
| I feel old and | |
| I' m tired to try. |