I was never one of those cotton wool kids
Lucky bastards never knew what they did
Like cancer in my lungs
King of pretending that I´m not dying
Just like I was born with a knack for lying
And no one gets mercy
Play hard to get, end up alone
Do your best and crawl back home
I´m so fucked up
A king for a day, and then what´s next
I won´t pray, I´m hard to get
I taste the blood
And I end up dead
Lead the way and we will wake up in Hell
Bittersweet sickness in my throat, oh well
Life is a crash
Play hard to get, end up alone
Do your best and crawl back home
I´m so fucked up
A king for a day, and then what´s next
I won´t pray, I´m hard to get
I taste the blood
And I end up dead
Play hard to get, end up alone
Do your best and crawl back home
I´m so fucked up
Play hard to get, end up alone
Do your best and crawl back home
I´m so fucked up
A king for a day, and then what´s next
I won´t pray, I´m hard to get
I taste the blood
And I end up
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