Matt Costa - Mr. Pitiful

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Oh Mr. pit
Oh Mr. pit
Mr. pitiful
Who let you down?
Who let you down?
Who let you down?

You still don t believe
You don t believe
You don t believe
That greed s for a show
Your soapbox unfolds

But, please come down from that cloud
You see at all I don t expect you to admit that you were wrong
Just wanna know how you ve been
Don t make me feel bad that we re still friends
Started it all over in my bed

I hope that you see through your picket
I hope that you see through your big yard and white picket fence
To make amends, to still be friends, to still be my friend

So where did you go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
While I was out
While I was out
While I was out

Well I don t believe
I don t believe
I do ?t believe
Everything was seen
And if you don t like the movie then quit at me

But, please come down from that cloud
You see at all I don t expect you to admit that you were wrong
Just wanna know how you ve been
Don t make me feel bad that we re still friends
Started it all over in my bed

I hope that you see through your picket
I hope that you see through your big yard and white picket fence
To make amends, still be friends, still be friends, to still be my friend, still be my friend, still be my friend

Inne utwory

  • Sweet Rose
  • I tried
  • Cigarette eyes
  • Downfall
  • The road
  • These arms
  • Bound
  • Lullaby
  • Songs we sing
  • Behind the moon
  • Trying to lose my mind
  • Gloomy
  • Oh dear
  • Never looking back
  • Shimmering fields
  • Sweet thursday
  • Suicide is painless
  • Whiskey and wine
  • Let it be sung
  • Losowe utwory

    Nasty ho

    Alright now, hit it! Yeah

    You saved my soul
    You made me hard and put me in your hole
    Yeah, you feel so good
    Dick is like a stiff hard piece of wood
    Oh, I thought this was free
    Don t lay guilt...

    Thunder In My Heart

    Standing here alone with you
    Wondiring what it is that I’m supposed to do
    And there you are with the love light in your eye
    The bridges are burnt down
    Your arms are open wide
    Am I in too deep or should I swim to the shore
    Is this the...

    Manipulation

    Your conniving words
    Are childishly insane
    To get what you want
    You ll say anything
    In your mind
    You lust to control me
    You lust
    For control

    Chorus:
    Mold me, fold me
    Mold me, fold me

    My...

    Swallow wind

    Look out, look out, Phoenix cried
    My time must be at hand
    I m feeling cold and I don t know why
    The ground moves where I stand
    All the lies she gave to me
    In words that twist and bend
    Now the only place for me is down in...

    New Orleans

    I said a hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah
    (I said a hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah)
    I said a hey, a hey, hey, yeah
    (I said a hey, a hey, hey, yeah)
    A come on everybody take a trip with me
    Down the Mississippi down...