Agree to Disagree
She was young, way too young
Wasn't fun when she lost her tongue
Forced to flaunt filthy flaws
To uphold yet another fraud
Liked or not, she got up
Doing jobs, mumbling "shame is art"
Having me had a price
The beginning of her demise
I don't wanna see what I once saw
She was running out with a rifle
Threatened by a "cheap little Kant", or
Whatever words she used to provoke that girl, oh
I'm used to anything but love
But you don't understand
I'm used to anything but love
We should just agree to disagree
He was young, just as young
Wasn't fun when he found his lungs
Pressed to please, posh colleagues
Late night eves, to increase prestige
Wine or scotch flavored tongue
Never sung words like "we" or "us"
Having me had a price
The beginning of their demise
I don't wanna be where I once was
He had run away with her rival
"All that Dick left me with is junk", or
However she conveyed that I'd stay with her, oh
I'm used to anything but love
But you don't understand
I'm not used to all the things you've done
You say "no big deal", but it is to me
So let's just agree to disagree
She was young, way too young, wasn't fun...
She was running out with a rifle...
Wasn't fun when she lost her tongue
Forced to flaunt filthy flaws
To uphold yet another fraud
Liked or not, she got up
Doing jobs, mumbling "shame is art"
Having me had a price
The beginning of her demise
I don't wanna see what I once saw
She was running out with a rifle
Threatened by a "cheap little Kant", or
Whatever words she used to provoke that girl, oh
I'm used to anything but love
But you don't understand
I'm used to anything but love
We should just agree to disagree
He was young, just as young
Wasn't fun when he found his lungs
Pressed to please, posh colleagues
Late night eves, to increase prestige
Wine or scotch flavored tongue
Never sung words like "we" or "us"
Having me had a price
The beginning of their demise
I don't wanna be where I once was
He had run away with her rival
"All that Dick left me with is junk", or
However she conveyed that I'd stay with her, oh
I'm used to anything but love
But you don't understand
I'm not used to all the things you've done
You say "no big deal", but it is to me
So let's just agree to disagree
She was young, way too young, wasn't fun...
She was running out with a rifle...
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Writer(s): Fredrik Norlindh
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