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Bleachers - dirty wedding dress
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(Lyrics):
[Verse 1]
Well, listen, I got somethin' up on my mind
And I think it's time that we talked
There's too many interlopers that are showin' up
And some of 'em deserve second thoughts
'Cause when the past makes you wanna die a little
And dyin' makes you wanna work
Well, then how we gonna find any room to have a life?
I think it's time we lifted the curse (Sha-la-la-la)
[Break]
Say the mantra, "I love goodbyes"
Ooh
[Chorus]
The dirty wedding dress is a promise
I knew it that night at the shore
And I knew that night on the rooftop
I knew that she was from before
So we got married that August
And the neighbors all lost their minds
We had to board up all the windows and shoot out the drones
We took that sadness right from Saturday night, oh
[Post-Chorus]
Now only my people can see me
Only my people come in
Everybody outside talkin' like they know
But no, they don't know
They don't know what they think
What they thought, thought they heard
What's the time where they're at?
What's the word? Herb's the word
No, they don't understand these bits
And they'll never get why
So glory to the ones gettin' right
[Break]
Say the mantra, "I love goodbyes"
[Verse 2]
Well, on tour with the band, there's like, a backstage party
And this reporter makes her way across the room to me
She asks me 'bout my loss, she laughs and calls it canon
She asks if I'll read her latest piece
Oh, Penny Lane, they're edgin' all over me
And a critic has moved up the block
Jokes he wants publishing 'cause I referenced him one time
And I'm like, "What the fuck?"
Well, Sammy writes pieces for the big machine
'Cause a book deal can't even pay the rent
But Pac-Mannin' another artist to put a dollar in his pocket
He's like, "I'm a lone working class man"
Maybe that's why mom stays down at the shore most of the time
We're always meetin' her there to breathe
Oh, yeah, it's nice to feel special, it's nice to have a think
And it's nice to get a break from that cynical beat
[Chorus]
I think my dirty wedding suit was a promise
That I'll never let 'em take my soul
Yeah, you're too good to spend any time in the mud
Yes, you're a truth to behold
So how can I talk to the ones counting streams?
Or the ones who like to bully the dolls?
Or the ones waitin' in line to get ripped off just to turn around and rip someone else off?
Baby, aren't you sick of it all?
[Post-Chorus]
Now only my people can see me
Only my people come in
Everybody outside talkin' like they know
But no, they don't know
[Outro]
I'm sayin', "No, they don't know"
Three times
No, no, no, they don't know
I'm sayin', "No, they don't know"
Close the door
And one, two, three, make it stop
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dirty wedding dress
Bleachers dirty wedding dress
Bleachers dirty wedding dress Lyrics
I think my dirty wedding suit was a promise
That I'll never let 'em take my soul
Yeah, you're too good to spend any time in the mud
Yes, you're a truth to behold
So how can I talk to the ones counting streams?
Or the ones who like to bully the dolls?
Or the ones waitin' in line to get ripped off just to turn around and rip someone else off?
Baby aren't you sick of it all?
dirty wedding dress Lyrics
Contact : ypmamusic@gmail.com
Bleachers - dirty wedding dress
Stream/Download:
(Lyrics):
[Verse 1]
Well, listen, I got somethin' up on my mind
And I think it's time that we talked
There's too many interlopers that are showin' up
And some of 'em deserve second thoughts
'Cause when the past makes you wanna die a little
And dyin' makes you wanna work
Well, then how we gonna find any room to have a life?
I think it's time we lifted the curse (Sha-la-la-la)
[Break]
Say the mantra, "I love goodbyes"
Ooh
[Chorus]
The dirty wedding dress is a promise
I knew it that night at the shore
And I knew that night on the rooftop
I knew that she was from before
So we got married that August
And the neighbors all lost their minds
We had to board up all the windows and shoot out the drones
We took that sadness right from Saturday night, oh
[Post-Chorus]
Now only my people can see me
Only my people come in
Everybody outside talkin' like they know
But no, they don't know
They don't know what they think
What they thought, thought they heard
What's the time where they're at?
What's the word? Herb's the word
No, they don't understand these bits
And they'll never get why
So glory to the ones gettin' right
[Break]
Say the mantra, "I love goodbyes"
[Verse 2]
Well, on tour with the band, there's like, a backstage party
And this reporter makes her way across the room to me
She asks me 'bout my loss, she laughs and calls it canon
She asks if I'll read her latest piece
Oh, Penny Lane, they're edgin' all over me
And a critic has moved up the block
Jokes he wants publishing 'cause I referenced him one time
And I'm like, "What the fuck?"
Well, Sammy writes pieces for the big machine
'Cause a book deal can't even pay the rent
But Pac-Mannin' another artist to put a dollar in his pocket
He's like, "I'm a lone working class man"
Maybe that's why mom stays down at the shore most of the time
We're always meetin' her there to breathe
Oh, yeah, it's nice to feel special, it's nice to have a think
And it's nice to get a break from that cynical beat
[Chorus]
I think my dirty wedding suit was a promise
That I'll never let 'em take my soul
Yeah, you're too good to spend any time in the mud
Yes, you're a truth to behold
So how can I talk to the ones counting streams?
Or the ones who like to bully the dolls?
Or the ones waitin' in line to get ripped off just to turn around and rip someone else off?
Baby, aren't you sick of it all?
[Post-Chorus]
Now only my people can see me
Only my people come in
Everybody outside talkin' like they know
But no, they don't know
[Outro]
I'm sayin', "No, they don't know"
Three times
No, no, no, they don't know
I'm sayin', "No, they don't know"
Close the door
And one, two, three, make it stop
Tags:
dirty wedding dress
Bleachers dirty wedding dress
Bleachers dirty wedding dress Lyrics
I think my dirty wedding suit was a promise
That I'll never let 'em take my soul
Yeah, you're too good to spend any time in the mud
Yes, you're a truth to behold
So how can I talk to the ones counting streams?
Or the ones who like to bully the dolls?
Or the ones waitin' in line to get ripped off just to turn around and rip someone else off?
Baby aren't you sick of it all?
dirty wedding dress Lyrics
Contact : ypmamusic@gmail.com
