Bayside - Sick, Sick, Sick download song

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spare bricks can be dead weight
It s cold outside, exactly what you see
We grow up building lies with holes in all our walls, we grow up building lies with holes in all our walls
It s cold outside, i hate the way you make me feel, it s cold outside
I curse to hell the magistrate, and it s sick, so button up and open wide
We grow up building lies with holes in all our walls, it s tearing at the seams, we grow up building lies with holes in all our walls
In your world, so button up and open wide
The devil in a dress, it s tearing at the seams

Your sexcapades deliver checks, and it s sick, it s tearing at the seams
We grow up building lies with holes in all our walls, and it s sick
spare bricks can be dead weight
It s tearing at the seams, it s cold outside
And we pray it s not too late, your sexcapades deliver checks
You gave me less, exactly what you see Sick,, i curse to hell the magistrate
we grow up building lies with holes in all our walls
the dank reject

Exactly what you see, maybe love is looking for someone to fill up holes Sick, the devil in a dress
and it s sick
And it s sick, living in a fairytale, and we pray it s not too late
If memory serves me correct, exactly what you see, maybe love is looking for someone to fill up holes
with spare bricks to save the day
spare bricks can be dead weight
the devil in a dress
Who granted this unholy fate, humans on their knees, so button up and open wide

I hate the way you make me feel sick, and we pray it s not too late
We grow up building lies with holes in all our walls, with spare bricks to save the day
The devil in a dress, and it s sick
We grow up building lies with holes in all our walls, who granted this unholy fate
But can t afford you self-respect, it s tearing at the seams, i hate the way you make me feel
And it s sick, the watch can fall but here you were, in your world
The dank reject, in your world
The devil in a dress, spare bricks can be dead weight

If memory serves me correct, who granted this unholy fate
And we pray it s not too late, the watch can fall but here you were
If memory serves me correct, and it s sick Sick, in your world
Living in a fairytale, and it s sick, we grow up building lies with holes in all our walls
The dank reject, living in a fairytale