Reveille - Inside Out Lyrics
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Inside Out
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What Are The Lyrics For Inside Out By Reveille?
Tell me what I'm supposed to feel because I can't feel this
Sick and tired and it's all the same, Same shit, different day, all day, every day Wish you were perfect? Well welcome to your fifteen minutes of fame Come get it well it's hot, you want it, we got it, come get it now Can you feel me now? Tell me how I'm supposed to feel for you when all you do is hold me down? Told me I'm nothing, well tell me what your thinking now So back off Never more alone than all alone I don't know where the hell I am But they say there's a price to pay for asking questions So I'm guessing and ending up where I began I never got a second look before now I was the one that you'd ignore Now turn yourself inside out Come on Can you feel me now? Tell me what I'm supposed to feel because I can't feel shit Hollowed out and you wonder why? "Too much, not enough, slow down, pick it up" Genuine adrenaline keeping me high, so high So walk your walk, talk your talk, But as far as I can see On the inside out your bout as ugly as me 'Cept now I'm fit to knock you down Told me I'm nothing? Tell me what your thinking now So back off Tell me what I'm supposed to feel for you Turn yourself inside out, Take a closer look inside I think that you deserve yourself Title match, main ring No time to rethink, You swim or you sink You want it, we got it, come get it |
Who Wrote Inside Out By Reveille?
April Mclean
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