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Bloodshot - Julien Baker (Live)
by Roisin Docherty
I can see myself inside your bloodshot eyes Wondering if you can see yourself in mine Or do you just see me? And of me what you want to see?Middle of the night, all I can see are stars Pulled 'em from my eyes and your ex-lover's arms Throw hook after hook, and if I were you After all that I did, I'd have done it to me, tooIsn't like I did it on purpose I just forget the second I learned it Everything I get, I deserve You whisper to me, "Don't you like it when it hurts?" (oh, mhmm)Five days out from the initial event It takes two kinds of pills to uncleanch my fists It's too kind of you to say you can help But there's no one around who can save me from myselfIsn't like I do this on purpose I just forget the second I learned it Looking for little oblivions I'd do anything knowing you would forgive meOh, there is no glory in love Only the gore of our hearts Oh, let it come for my throat Take me and tear me apartOoh, there is no glory in love On
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I can see myself inside your bloodshot eyes Wondering if you can see yourself in mine Or do you just see me? And of me what you want to see?Middle of the night, all I can see are stars Pulled 'em from my eyes and your ex-lover's arms Throw hook after hook, and if I were you After all that I did, I'd have done it to me, tooIsn't like I did it on purpose I just forget the second I learned it Everything I get, I deserve You whisper to me, "Don't you like it when it hurts?" (oh, mhmm)Five days out from the initial event It takes two kinds of pills to uncleanch my fists It's too kind of you to say you can help But there's no one around who can save me from myselfIsn't like I do this on purpose I just forget the second I learned it Looking for little oblivions I'd do anything knowing you would forgive meOh, there is no glory in love Only the gore of our hearts Oh, let it come for my throat Take me and tear me apartOoh, there is no glory in love On
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Roisin Docherty
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