Murder Monroe - Coming to Terms Lyrics
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Coming to Terms
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What Are The Lyrics For Coming to Terms By Murder Monroe?
Nothing is coming together
Everything is falling apart Still trying to gather the pieces Of a lonely, broken heart It's strange the pain you feel Deep inside your chest The invisible wounds conceal Silent hate and malcontent I'm coming to terms Ooh ooh I'm coming to terms Don't tell me no no no Don't tell me anything anything Don't tell me no no no Don't tell me anything anything Don't tell me no no no Don't tell me anything anything Nothing is coming together Everything is falling apart My mental state's a fucking disaster Don't even know where to start Sounds cliché but I'm getting better After all time heals the pain That's the lie I tell myself Every time I love in vain Ooh ooh I'm coming to terms Ooh ooh I'm coming to terms Don't tell me no no no Don't tell me anything anything Don't tell me no no no Don't tell me anything anything Don't tell me no no no Don't tell me anything anything Don't tell me anything Don't tell me anything no no Don't tell me anything Never again Never again Never again Never again Never Never No no no no no no No Don't tell me no no no Don't tell me anything anything Don't tell me no no no Don't tell me anything anything Don't tell me no no no Don't tell me anything anything |
Who Wrote Coming to Terms By Murder Monroe?
Robin Murray, Taylor Jones, Marilyn Benefield, Edward Garcia
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