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Zebrahead
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Postcards From Hell
Lyricist:Gregory Scott Bergdorf, Matthew Stephen Lewis, Ben Osmundson, Ali Tabatabaee, Edwin Bjorne Udhus
I didn't see the signs posted on the road Dead end gives way to the cliff that soars And I lose control, your face still looks bored One, two, fuck you, I won't change for you
Wrong way, this time it's going down You say, I'm immature to hang around Okay, face-plant to the ground I won't change for you, I won't change for you
Tonight, I wash my hands off you You set the bar I could not live up to Well, tonight, the light in breaking through So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell
This relationship is over as we scrape the ledge And you call me a loser falling over the edge Like you're cutting all your losses like a bet you can hedge One two, fuck you, I won't change for you
A black eye, and my heart is ripped out of my chest Crucified, for not passing any of your stupid tests Goodbye, right now I could care less I won't change for you, I won't change for you Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Tonight, I wash my hands off you You set the bar I could not live up to Well, tonight the light in breaking through So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell
We've come a long way, don't look down Your heart is rotten, your heart is rotten Too bad it was the wrong way, won't be long now Till we hit the rock, bottom
Tonight, I wash my hands off you You set the bar I could not live up to Well, tonight the light in breaking through So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell
Tonight, I wash my hands off you You set the bar I could not live up to Well, tonight the light in breaking through So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell
From hell Send me postcards from hell
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