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Elastica 1995
S.O.F.T
And now we find
Looking back at your state of mind,
Was it all just a cover up,
Woke your mother up,
You were on TV.
Did the devil say to you,
You can make it through,
I'll take you to the top.
And now that you're heaven bent,
And it pays the rent,
Is it hard to stop?
S.O.F.T.
Thought you knew the score...
S.O.F.T.
Always wanted more...
S.O.F.T.
Are you sure you're sure..
S.O.F.T.
And now we find
Looking back at your state of mind,
Was it all just a cover up,
Broke your mother up
On my TV.
Did the devil say to you,
You can make it through,
I'll take you to the shop.
And in a dress too small
To be a dress at all,
Is it hard to stop?
S.O.F.T.
Thought you knew the score...
S.O.F.T.
Always wanted more...
S.O.F.T.
Are you sure you're sure...
S.O.F.T.
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St. Sol
submitted on 20 Nov 2019 - 15:58
Give a shoutout to St. Sol
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S.O.F.T. = Same Old Fucking Thing
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Writer(s): Justine Elinor Frischmann
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