歌词
You, you're a disaster
And you're a master
Of the fine art
The fine art of falling apart
How'd you manage to stab yourself in the back?
How'd you get your arms up and back like that?
How'd you manage to stab yourself in the back?
How'd you get your arms up and back like that?
Me, I'm just a bastard
Another master
Of the fine art
The fine art of falling apart
They're coming back to unravel and ask me
How'd you manage to stab yourself in the back?
How'd you get your arms up and back like that?
How'd you manage to stab yourself in the back?
How'd you get your arms up and back like that?
(How'd you get your arms up and back like that?)
So you pour the gas and I'll strike the match
And we'll turn our backs on this pile of ash
And you pour the gas and I'll strike the match
And we'll turn our backs on this pile of ash
And the only thing left will be the bones of our promises
The only thing left will be the bones of our promises
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