She's Not Lovin'

Cry With Music

Johnny Hunter

Pub Lord

Neverland

HOW YA GOIN, WHERE YA GOIN

FOREIGN FRUITS

The Moving Stills - Almost There

Lyrics
Dirty Little Monster 
Livin' in my bedroom 
Underneath the carpet 
I'm feeling fine 

Living in the suburbs 
Meet you in the city 
Taking off the weekend 
To sell your drug 

Lost in every morning 
Don't you hate the sunrise 
Everything will come out 
Through your eyes 
Is what they said. 

When he makes you go back home 
Well you seem to get low darling 
Your tenderness has taken its toll 
Won't you take away your pain 
With a chemical burn guarding 
The love your tender soul it deserves. 

Turning into monsters 
With dirty little secrets 
My closets all full of 
Skeletons 

Walking out a parlour 
Straight into the barbers 
Stealing all of his 
Good scissors 

There isn't any weekends 
Don't you know you're lonely 
Hating all the ways of 
Your friends in love 

Don't you know that boys cry 
More than they'd like to 
Everybody hates my 
Favourite songs 
Is what they said 

Don't you feel the weight of worlds 
Come down on your heart darling 
You're mystified by all that does hurt 
Won't you take off into space 
With your poisonous lungs guarding 
The shit you love to stick in your heart 

She wants to feel real love 
She wants to be in your arms 
She wants to be your gun 
She wants to feel your love 

Dirty little monsters 
Living in the bathrooms 
We fucking love the feeling 
Of bleeding lungs 

Running out of hours 
Running out of power 
Do you really think this will be 
Your final one 
Is what they said 

The shit that just might tear your apart.

Dirty Little Monsters

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The Moving Stills - Almost There

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