sábado, 4 de enero de 2014

Damage- Fit For Rivals

You don't know anything 
You don't know anything 
You don't know anything about me 


Once it starts, it never stops 
Discipline, it's all I'm not 

Can't help myself, you listening? 
Why can't I say just what I want? 

You don't know anything 
No, you don't know anything about me 

Steady damage, cross the line 
What's become clearly defined 
Steady damage, cross the line 
What's become clearly defined 

Chain me up, hold me down 
Just let me go, there's always more 
I want it all excluding you 
Losing control, so construed 

Oh, you don't know anything 
No, you don't know anything about me 

Steady damage, cross the line 
What's become clearly defined 
Steady damage, cross the line 
What's become clearly defined 
Steady damage, cross the line 
All that is done is left behind 
Steady damage, cross the line 
You had it all now I've got mine 

I can't wait to see your face when I make it without you 
Nothing seems to go your way, you'll never amount to 

Get away, get away, get away from me 
Get away (you'll never amount to) 
Get away, get away, get away from me 
Get away (you'll never amount to shit) 

Steady damage, cross the line 
What's become clearly defined 
Steady damage, cross the line 
What's become clearly defined 

Steady damage, cross the line 
What's become clearly defined 
Steady damage, cross the line 
What's become clearly defined 
Steady damage, cross the line 
All that is done is left behind 
Steady damage, cross the line 
You had it all now I've got mine 

You don't know anything




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