Guyatone
She can take the words I make
And trade me for the idea to strip my face
And hang me with the skin
Hang me with the skin
Stained reminders are dividers we've all lied
We've all tried to gain relief
From real life nightmares
From real life hells
Sometimes I just want to yell
That I want to give it away
(Yeah)
That I want to give it away
(Yeah)
It's burning a hole in my head
That I want to give it away
(Yeah)
That I want to give it away
(Yeah)
It's burning a hole in my head
Who needs all this pain to live inside their bones
Remind them of the point that love once entered
So you search your soul
So you search your soul
But stained reminders are dividers
We've all lied, we've all tried
To gain relief from real life nightmares
From real life hells
Sometimes I just want to yell
That I want to give it away
(Yeah)
That I want to give it away
(Yeah)
It's burning a hole in my head
That I want to give it away
(Yeah)
That I want to give it away
(Yeah)
It's burning a hole in my head
{Incomprehensible]
She can take the words I make
And trade me for the idea to strip my face
And hang me with the skin
Hang me with the skin
Stained reminders are dividers we've all lied
We've all tried
From real life nightmares
From real life hells
Sometimes I just want to yell
That I want to give it away
(Yeah)
That I want to give it away
(Yeah)
It's burning a hole in my head
That I want to give it away
(Yeah)
That I want to give it away
(Yeah)
It's burning a hole in my head
[Incomprehensible]
And trade me for the idea to strip my face
And hang me with the skin
Hang me with the skin
Stained reminders are dividers we've all lied
We've all tried to gain relief
From real life nightmares
From real life hells
Sometimes I just want to yell
That I want to give it away
(Yeah)
That I want to give it away
(Yeah)
It's burning a hole in my head
That I want to give it away
(Yeah)
That I want to give it away
(Yeah)
It's burning a hole in my head
Who needs all this pain to live inside their bones
Remind them of the point that love once entered
So you search your soul
So you search your soul
But stained reminders are dividers
We've all lied, we've all tried
To gain relief from real life nightmares
From real life hells
Sometimes I just want to yell
That I want to give it away
(Yeah)
That I want to give it away
(Yeah)
It's burning a hole in my head
That I want to give it away
(Yeah)
That I want to give it away
(Yeah)
It's burning a hole in my head
{Incomprehensible]
She can take the words I make
And trade me for the idea to strip my face
And hang me with the skin
Hang me with the skin
Stained reminders are dividers we've all lied
We've all tried
From real life nightmares
From real life hells
Sometimes I just want to yell
That I want to give it away
(Yeah)
That I want to give it away
(Yeah)
It's burning a hole in my head
That I want to give it away
(Yeah)
That I want to give it away
(Yeah)
It's burning a hole in my head
[Incomprehensible]
Credits
Writer(s): Chaka Malik Harris, Christopher Traynor, Davide Gentile, Matthew Cross
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