Grudge

Hold your grudge
It's all the same
You know
She really never came to life
But She was blooming all the way
Within our dreams
So why not let Her open wide?

When you say that She's not the same
Don't you know that you're the one to blame
Comprassion did take it's toll
She'll never be your precious little doll

Such a dirty thing
Shouldn't leave your mouth
'Cause sometimes
It leads into the ground
You know
And the truth is She's a
Flower made of gold
So why not let Her open wide?

When you say that She's not the same
Don't you forget who's to blame
Comprassion did take it's toll
She'll never be your precious little doll

Yes I know your place is a paradise
I just don't really care
'Cause if nothing goes then nothing comes back either
And I'm on my track
Don't need anything back
It's fine
It's all good now



Credits
Writer(s): Hunor Ipolyi-gáts
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