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  1. Rotten Game

From the album Fill You Up

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Lyrics

Rotten Game

Got that dreaded phone call from my mother
on the way back to your house I was a little but scared
She don't like us together
She don't like me alone

I try and figure out why all my cigarettes taste better with you

We walk in circles 'til we find our way
We walk in circles is that our way?
You know it's just a rotten game they play
Mess with our heads 'til we can't find our way

I can tell you're really seeing me by looking at you
I can tell you're really seeing me by talking to you

Now I try and pull poetry from your nicotine
You gave me a bottle of fake blood one time
Now you walk me to my car for a farewell embrace
I squeeze your hand like a squeeze was a kiss
I have been suppressed to this

What will happen when winter comes
Can they still do anything?

We walk in circles 'til we find our way
We walk in circles is that our way?
You know it's just a rotten game they play
Mess will our heads 'til we can't find our way
Our way, our way our way
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