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Die in Your Arms

Tash Blake

Bloods gushing in the dark
And you don't have the guts
Face the mess come and clean it up

You think of how it was
But that was never us
Find it strange that you never rush

While I'm hanging there
Waiting there
Wishing I didn't wish on a prayer

Yeah, it hurts in hell
And I may be mad
Hate how good it feels
But God, I want you bad

You nail my heart to the wall
Hung me up like a piece of art
Each kiss so razor sharp
But if I die I would die in your arms

Die, die, die, die, die in your arms
If I die, I would die in your arms
Die, die, die, die, die in your arms
If I die, I would die in your arms

I hope you feel disgust
I hope you find the guts
But I'm afraid that you never will

Cuts out of porcelain
That can't be healed by medicine
I can tell that you like the thrill

'Cause you're standing there
On the stairs
Know you could lose me, but you're not scared

Yeah, it hurts in hell
And I may be mad
Hate how good it feels
But God, I want you bad

You nail my heart to the wall
Hung me up like a piece of art
Each kiss so razor sharp
But if I die I would die in your arms

Die, die, die, die, die in your arms
If I die, I would die in your arms
Die, die, die, die, die in your arms
If I die, I would die in your arms

I come crawling
While you're watching
I come crawling
While you're watching

You nail my heart to the wall
Tear me down like a piece of art
Each kiss so razor sharp
But if I die I would die in your arms

Composição: Hilda Stenmalm, Albin Clern, Bård Bonsaksen, Tash Blake