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Song written by Katherine Matuszak
"Kiss Clause"
Twenty candles and bus tokens on the floor
Her eyes clamped, sinking and a bottle
Passing out to pass more time
Wasting away, wasted today and hungover tomorrow
Hung up on my phone, hung on the gallows
Her sunlight turns to moonshine,
She tilts her head back, shots fire
Liquid fire, molten lava, buzzing in her head another round
He never fucking knows if she's stumbling or taking off, but
Clear the runways, check the scripts
She's got the voice, the stare, the hips, boy
At best he might be background noise,
A soft face in a sharp crowd
She's pumping two sides of the engine,
Pain-regret, pain-regret, pain-regret
"Kiss Clause"
Twenty candles and bus tokens on the floor
Her eyes clamped, sinking and a bottle
Passing out to pass more time
Wasting away, wasted today and hungover tomorrow
Hung up on my phone, hung on the gallows
Her sunlight turns to moonshine,
She tilts her head back, shots fire
Liquid fire, molten lava, buzzing in her head another round
He never fucking knows if she's stumbling or taking off, but
Clear the runways, check the scripts
She's got the voice, the stare, the hips, boy
At best he might be background noise,
A soft face in a sharp crowd
She's pumping two sides of the engine,
Pain-regret, pain-regret, pain-regret
Lyrics submitted by tylermacmore
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