
Momma said, «Get that feelin' out your chest,
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Momma said, «Get that feelin' out your chest, Ain't gonna make you better, take a rest.» My heart don't listen, my head just screams: This is love's cruel trap, tearin' at the seams. This is a wicked, twisted beat Of our messed-up love — so bittersweet. You shattered my heart, killed the fire in me, Then I knew your love was empty, can't you see? Look at my lips and read 'em like a sign — My love's as pure as this heartbeat of mine. Yeah, I ain't never been no saint, that's true, Never shared my dinner, but I gave all for you. I lived just for you, thought you were my hero, man, Traded my freedom for a forever plan. So why the hell am I disappointed now? Tell me how. Momma said, «Get that feelin' out your chest, Ain't gonna make you better, take a rest.» My heart don't listen, my head just screams: This is love's cruel trap, tearin' at the seams. This is a wicked, twisted beat Of our messed-up love — so bittersweet. I trusted you completely, like a fool on a high, But guess what? This fairytale's got a messed-up goodbye. I smashed against a wall of ice so cold — Now there's nothin' left inside, I'm feelin' old and sold. No excuses, no way. We showed up late. Gamblin' on the sunset, sealin' our own fate. So I walk to that same spot where you begged the stars For somebody new — then you turned back, countin' scars. And I ran to you as fast as I could go… But now I know. Momma said… get that feelin' out your chest… Ain't gonna make you better… take a rest… Yeah… this is just a wicked beat Of our messed-up love — bitter and sweet.
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Momma said, «Get that feelin' out your chest, Ain't gonna make you better, take a rest.» My heart don't listen, my head just screams: This is love's cruel trap, tearin' at the seams. This is a wicked, twisted beat Of our messed-up love — so bittersweet. You shattered my heart, killed the fire in me, Then I knew your love was empty, can't you see? Look at my lips and read 'em like a sign — My love's as pure as this heartbeat of mine. Yeah, I ain't never been no saint, that's true, Never shared my dinner, but I gave all for you. I lived just for you, thought you were my hero, man, Traded my freedom for a forever plan. So why the hell am I disappointed now? Tell me how. Momma said, «Get that feelin' out your chest, Ain't gonna make you better, take a rest.» My heart don't listen, my head just screams: This is love's cruel trap, tearin' at the seams. This is a wicked, twisted beat Of our messed-up love — so bittersweet. I trusted you completely, like a fool on a high, But guess what? This fairytale's got a messed-up goodbye. I smashed against a wall of ice so cold — Now there's nothin' left inside, I'm feelin' old and sold. No excuses, no way. We showed up late. Gamblin' on the sunset, sealin' our own fate. So I walk to that same spot where you begged the stars For somebody new — then you turned back, countin' scars. And I ran to you as fast as I could go… But now I know. Momma said… get that feelin' out your chest… Ain't gonna make you better… take a rest… Yeah… this is just a wicked beat Of our messed-up love — bitter and sweet.
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