| Song | Woke Up Next To A Body |
| Artist | Hostage Calm |
| Album | Team Pagano "Be Part of Something" VOL. II |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Such a cheap game, pretending | |
| To win a father’s blessing, | |
| When we’ve been downstairs undressing, | |
| Knowing not the time it takes… | |
| Your thoughts start to stray, and | |
| You see the paleness in me. | |
| You hear the lonely bars of Nassau singing | |
| You to sleep… | |
| I woke up next to a body | |
| That didn’t belong to me. | |
| Had me feeling like a sinner on Sunday. | |
| Had me feeling like your father would hate me. | |
| Over hill, over dale, baby we left an ugly trail. | |
| But I always thought it’d lead somewhere we’d rest. | |
| Now on my back I obsess, | |
| The thought of you unimpressed | |
| By the things I do, | |
| The things I say. | |
| The way you talk to me. | |
| I woke up next to a body | |
| That didn’t belong to me. | |
| Had me feeling like a sinner on Sunday. | |
| And I see it hiding | |
| In your sullen, sunken face, | |
| You’ve decided. | |
| Do you think you know how this ends? | |
| Living as distant friends. | |
| No longer young and in love and | |
| At war with the world. |
| Such a cheap game, pretending | |
| To win a father' s blessing, | |
| When we' ve been downstairs undressing, | |
| Knowing not the time it takes | |
| Your thoughts start to stray, and | |
| You see the paleness in me. | |
| You hear the lonely bars of Nassau singing | |
| You to sleep | |
| I woke up next to a body | |
| That didn' t belong to me. | |
| Had me feeling like a sinner on Sunday. | |
| Had me feeling like your father would hate me. | |
| Over hill, over dale, baby we left an ugly trail. | |
| But I always thought it' d lead somewhere we' d rest. | |
| Now on my back I obsess, | |
| The thought of you unimpressed | |
| By the things I do, | |
| The things I say. | |
| The way you talk to me. | |
| I woke up next to a body | |
| That didn' t belong to me. | |
| Had me feeling like a sinner on Sunday. | |
| And I see it hiding | |
| In your sullen, sunken face, | |
| You' ve decided. | |
| Do you think you know how this ends? | |
| Living as distant friends. | |
| No longer young and in love and | |
| At war with the world. |
| Such a cheap game, pretending | |
| To win a father' s blessing, | |
| When we' ve been downstairs undressing, | |
| Knowing not the time it takes | |
| Your thoughts start to stray, and | |
| You see the paleness in me. | |
| You hear the lonely bars of Nassau singing | |
| You to sleep | |
| I woke up next to a body | |
| That didn' t belong to me. | |
| Had me feeling like a sinner on Sunday. | |
| Had me feeling like your father would hate me. | |
| Over hill, over dale, baby we left an ugly trail. | |
| But I always thought it' d lead somewhere we' d rest. | |
| Now on my back I obsess, | |
| The thought of you unimpressed | |
| By the things I do, | |
| The things I say. | |
| The way you talk to me. | |
| I woke up next to a body | |
| That didn' t belong to me. | |
| Had me feeling like a sinner on Sunday. | |
| And I see it hiding | |
| In your sullen, sunken face, | |
| You' ve decided. | |
| Do you think you know how this ends? | |
| Living as distant friends. | |
| No longer young and in love and | |
| At war with the world. |