Paroles de la chanson Tomorrow Won't Worry Me par The Lafontaines

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Paroles de la chanson Tomorrow Won't Worry Me par The Lafontaines

You pretend you pretend
You pretend you pretend
There's nothing left to defend
Came in looking like a friend

But I feel the pressure on my chest
Don’t leave me hanging on
We don't get along, get along
Get along, get along

Throw me to the fire, I am a walking liar
I have a hunger for more praise than I inspire
I have been moving subtle, with devils over my shoulder
Blood from foreign lands demand my hearts colder

Full of regrets, like I require some hand outs
I've been undercover when people claiming they’re standouts
Blank faces, broken down on these stages
Lies are televised, or hidden under these pages

Faded to blackness, now in confined space
Dine with some fuckin' sinners, encourage divine taste
Flipping the same coin, how far does a pound stretch?
Enough to buy this bottle and follow these 12 steps I guess

All of it basic, met with a blank stare
They tell me aim for the thrown, all I see is a big chair
But while they running so wild and lawless, nobody take pause

I'm steady coming for something other, than greed or applause

You pretend you pretend
You pretend you pretend
There's nothing left to defend
Came in looking like a friend

But I feel the pressure on my chest
Don't leave me hanging on
We don't get along, get along
Get along, get along

Individual, trust I'm talking literal
I have been searching for higher ground, like I am spiritual
Under some iron skies there's ladders I can’t climb

They gave me this spotlight, but there’s paths I can't find

Trust I leave with nothing but shame, bury me faithless
Standing on the edge of the cliff, feeling so weightless
Struggle with my mind, past, present and currently
Suddenly, I don’t think tomorrow will worry me

Playing with loaded dice, you know that the fights fixed
Nobody likes a grass, so fuck it I'm tight lipped
Dividing the same piece, got me trapped in the same place
Talking sweet about my merits, still leave me the same taste

Nothing but a shell, can be nothing but myself
If we talking mental health - pill popping from the shelf
Shadows in the dark, got me out here running blind
Everything I need is the only thing that I can't find

You pretend you pretend
You pretend you pretend
There's nothing left to defend
Came in looking like a friend

But I feel the pressure on my chest
Don’t leave me hanging on
We don't get along, get along
Get along, get along

So when you're feeling so fucked up, and out of your mind we keep breathing
Got it in the bag, like one in the hand thieving
Running in the wild, whatever we uncover
Love over some lust and trust in my brother

Trouble and conflict is often
Clash in the city of sin with no caution
Cold shoulder, back working the surface
With a purpose, with a purpose

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