3OH!3 - R.I.P. Lyrics
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R.I.P.
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What Are The Lyrics For R.I.P. By 3OH!3?
This town, used to be a pretty place to stay,
A place you'd stop off from the highway, But all of those things, Changed on the day, you packed up your bags and you ran away, All they say, is how you've changed, Everyday, I stay the same, so you can keep the necklace That I gave to you, I'll keep the shitty tattoos [Chorus] I can see it from the other side The grass isn't always as green And the house is burned to ashes, I'm no longer in between, R.I.P, R.I.P, you, and me. I can see it from the other side The grass isn't always this green And the house is burned to ashes, I'm no longer in between, R.I.P, R.I.P, you, and me. I count, the empty bottles upon the bar, But I give up I can't count that far, And the lights in this place, Are too dim to see, They're kicking me out, it's quarter past 3, They tell me, you're all I got, I just need these dreams to stop, You can keep the necklace I gave to you, I'll keep the shitty tattoos. [Chorus] And me, and me, and me, and me In the back of the car, On the way to your home, In the pouring rain, On the side of the road, In the light of the street, On the recline of the seat, You told me I should move on In the back of the car, On the way to your home, In the pouring rain, On the side of the road, In the light of the street, On the recline of the seat, You told me I should move on [Chorus] |
Who Wrote R.I.P. By 3OH!3?
Nathaniel Motte, Sean Foreman
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