Paroles de la chanson Cold Sweats par The Royston Club

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Paroles de la chanson Cold Sweats par The Royston Club

Call me up, I need soothing
This comedown's lasted half of the week
Might break down just to prove it
My home town's been left for dirt
And all my thoughts turn to rubble in my head

Calm me down, I need cooling
Your missed calls gave me life for a week
Last nights up's never worth it
My bed's the cocoon, I hold up the queue
Just for something to do, can't stop thinking of you

My thoughts have turned to rubble in my head

Cold sweats on my sheets
I'm building up to nothing
Won't catch me on my knees
My conscience paints a violent scene
I'm waking up, you're calling
My head's a witch's cauldron
Cold sweats on my sheets
I'm stuck here, swaying on the brink
[Middle Eight]
Cry me out of this bed before this turns into a situation
Sit me down make all your false accusations
While I'm circling this drain, I search for something clever to say
Nothing comes, I stumble through, it's just another day

I'm sick and tired of wasting all these Sundays
It's always Sunday

I'm lying here wasting away

Cold sweats on my sheets
I'm building up to nothing
Won't catch me on my knees
My conscience paints a violent scene
I'm waking up, you're calling
My head's a witch's cauldron
Cold sweats on my sheets
Same place, same time, next week

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