Sick Little Games
All Time Low« Sick Little Games » est une chanson de All Time Low, 2009, Pop. La chanson dure 3:16, 53 lines / 301 words.
Paroles
0:03Oh my God I'm such a terrible mess
0:24I'm turned on by the tabloids
0:27You would never have guessed
0:29But I'm sucker for their gossip man
0:32I take it too far
0:34I bottle up my Hollywood
0:37And watch 'em name their kids after cars
0:40I'm finding me out
0:42I'm having my doubts
0:45I'm losing the best of me
0:48We're all part of the same
0:53Sick little games
0:55And I need to get away get away
0:59I'm wasting my days
1:03I throw them away
1:05Losing it all on these sick little games
1:10I fell in love she was the friend of a sister
1:24Of somebody famous
1:25At least for a day
1:28Expensive habits
1:30And a taste for the town
1:33Had me chasing down red carpets
1:36And watching all my friends slip away
1:39They're finding me out
1:42I'm having my doubts
1:44I'm losing the best of me
1:48Dressed up as myself
1:52To live in the shadow
1:54Of who I'm supposed to be (supposed to be)
1:59We're all part of the same
2:02Sick little games
2:04And I need to get away get away
2:08I'm wasting my days
2:12I throw them away
2:14Losing it all on these sick little games
2:19But if I play my cards right
2:21I could make the big time
2:23I could be a reason to stare
2:26Caught up in the spotlight
2:31Shaking from the stage fright
2:34How did I end up here
2:37We're all part of the same
2:42Sick little games
2:44And I need to get away (Get away )
2:48We're all part of the same
2:54Sick little games
2:56And I need to get away get away
3:00I'm wasting my days
3:03I throw them away
3:06Losing it all on these sick little games
3:11We're all part of the same
3:14Sick little games
3:16And I need to get away (Get away )
Oh my God I'm such a terrible mess I'm turned on by the tabloids You would never have guessed But I'm sucker for their gossip man I take it too far I bottle up my Hollywood And watch 'em name their kids after cars I'm finding me out I'm having my doubts I'm losing the best of me We're all part of the same Sick little games And I need to get away get away I'm wasting my days I throw them away Losing it all on these sick little games I fell in love she was the friend of a sister Of somebody famous At least for a day Expensive habits And a taste for the town Had me chasing down red carpets And watching all my friends slip away They're finding me out I'm having my doubts I'm losing the best of me Dressed up as myself To live in the shadow Of who I'm supposed to be (supposed to be) We're all part of the same Sick little games And I need to get away get away I'm wasting my days I throw them away Losing it all on these sick little games But if I play my cards right I could make the big time I could be a reason to stare Caught up in the spotlight Shaking from the stage fright How did I end up here We're all part of the same Sick little games And I need to get away (Get away ) We're all part of the same Sick little games And I need to get away get away I'm wasting my days I throw them away Losing it all on these sick little games We're all part of the same Sick little games And I need to get away (Get away )
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