Soilwork - The Pittsburgh Syndrome Lyrics
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The Pittsburgh Syndrome
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What Are The Lyrics For The Pittsburgh Syndrome By Soilwork?
I woke up that morning feeling slightly stressed
Getting an urge to just bail out, completely pissed What did I know that night we made our way Through the darkness and the shame Don't let yourself run away Cause we have another game to play That night you would make us say F*ck all the details, get on with the show It doesn't matter if the mind's at stake Cause we had another round to make There was no way we could fail F*ck all the details, get on with the show The Pittsburgh syndrome One hour of destruction, intoxicated bliss Moments of sobriety would cease to exist A sudden turn would make that city burn With souls on fire, relentless desire Don't let yourself run away Cause we have another game to play That night you would make us say F*ck all the details, get on with the show It doesn't matter if the mind's at stake Cause we had another round to make There was no way we could fail F*ck all the details, get on with the show The Pittsburgh syndrome Don't let yourself run away Cause we had another game to play That night you would make us say F*ck all the details, get on with the show It doesn't matter if the mind's at stake Cause we had another round to make There was no way we could fail F*ck all the details, get on with the show |
Who Wrote The Pittsburgh Syndrome By Soilwork?
Bjoern Ove Ingemar Strid, Daniel Antonsson
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What's The Duration Of The The Pittsburgh Syndrome By Soilwork?The duration of The Pittsburgh Syndrome is 2:45 minutes and seconds. |
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