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Paroles de la chanson Medusa par Cameron Whitcomb
I don't have the time to hear you whine about a broken heart
She's a pistol-packing matador and I'm the bull to taunt
I'm adoring this contortionist who warped my inner thoughts
But I was easy pickins, she would listen and, boy, I loved to talk
Mesmerizing eyes turned me into stone
And together I'm alone
And I don't even want you back
Even though you're all I have
My Medusa, I could use her 'til I crumble and I crack
She's a pistol-packing matador and I'm the bull to taunt
I'm adoring this contortionist who warped my inner thoughts
But I was easy pickins, she would listen and, boy, I loved to talk
Mesmerizing eyes turned me into stone
And together I'm alone
And I don't even want you back
Even though you're all I have
My Medusa, I could use her 'til I crumble and I crack
And you don't ever cross my mind
But I've been known to tell white lies
My Medusa, I could use her 'til I crumble and I crack
This concrete heart
This concrete heart, oh no
I'm obsessed with where the edge is and how close that I can get
I've been sitting on a nervous horse with a rope around my neck
I can hear those footsteps closing in, this stud's about to run
And I've hit this line a thousand times, God, I hope this is the one
And I don't even want you back
But I've been known to tell white lies
My Medusa, I could use her 'til I crumble and I crack
This concrete heart
This concrete heart, oh no
I'm obsessed with where the edge is and how close that I can get
I've been sitting on a nervous horse with a rope around my neck
I can hear those footsteps closing in, this stud's about to run
And I've hit this line a thousand times, God, I hope this is the one
And I don't even want you back
Even though you're all I have
My Medusa, I could use her 'til I crumble and I crack
And you don't ever cross my mind
But I've been known to tell white lies
My Medusa, I could use her 'til I crumble and I crack
This concrete heart, oh yeah
This concrete heart, oh no
Lipstick on a glass of wine
A cigarette that's half of mine
I smoke until the ember burns my lips
And I know I've been broke before
But she's a pimp who needs a whore
And I've been known to sell my soul for less (One, two, three)
My Medusa, I could use her 'til I crumble and I crack
And you don't ever cross my mind
But I've been known to tell white lies
My Medusa, I could use her 'til I crumble and I crack
This concrete heart, oh yeah
This concrete heart, oh no
Lipstick on a glass of wine
A cigarette that's half of mine
I smoke until the ember burns my lips
And I know I've been broke before
But she's a pimp who needs a whore
And I've been known to sell my soul for less (One, two, three)
And I don't even want you back
Even though you're all I have
My Medusa, I could use her 'til I crumble and I crack
And you don't ever cross my mind
But I've been known to tell white lies
My Medusa, I could use her 'til I crumble and I crack
This concrete heart, oh yeah
This concrete heart, mm, yeah
This concrete heart
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