Self Respect

Bleachers

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    I'm on my hands and knees begging you to kiss me
    When I'm not around, do you even miss me?
    I'm so tired of having self-respect
    Let's do something I'll regret

    Good morning, my strangest twin
    I've changed the locks and let the right one in
    I still hide, I still tumbleweed
    But lost see lost and I've been quiet screams
    All black, white and blue
    All echo trails and nonstick glue
    Well, the Binsons go vroom and the bastards go yawn
    I'm out here on my own, fuck it, I'm going long

    I'm on my hands and knees begging you to kiss me
    When I'm not around, do you even miss me?
    I'm so tired of having self-respect
    Let's do something I'll regret

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    I think it was the day that Kobe fell from the sky
    Or the day that Kendall Pepsi-smiled
    Or the day that I had held her last
    These days of our lives, they're rough and they're fast and unfair
    And held together by a paper clasp
    And they're drenched in a moment past
    And they're only known when somebody is gone
    Well, the years move fast, but the dread goes hard

    I'm on my hands and knees begging you to kiss me
    When I'm not around, do you even miss me?
    I'm so tired of having self-respect
    Let's do something I'll regret

    Well, the crowd goes wild
    Yeah, the crowd goes wild
    For the burning of witches or the killing of kings
    When the crowd goes wild, everybody sings
    I was holy once
    Oh, I loved you once
    Destroyed somebody's life as a means of sayin'
    I'm still here and I'm still playin'

    I'm on my hands and knees begging you to kiss me
    When I'm not around, do you even miss me?
    I'm so tired of having self-respect
    Let's do something I'll regret
    Let's do something I'll regret
    Let's do something I'll regret
    Let's do something I'll regret

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    Composición: Jack Antonoff y Florence Welch

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