I wanna find peace in my own skin
In my own skin
Breath out, breath in
Thinking of your eyes
Promises you gave
Promises you gave
We're doomed, not saved
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Just cut to commercial
What the hell am I s'posed to do
Choose a world over you
I'm afraid I'm just too small
I think I'd be no use at all
Word's out somehow
You're the sweetest cure
I never got to taste
Lost in the tide of sex and death
Of sex and death
Your hair, your hair
I want you again
Don't wanna be your friend
I wanna be a door
Not a voyeur
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Just cut to commercial
What the hell am I s'posed to be
Choose a world over me
Sitting pretty in my mess
On the phone I can't confess
Word's out somehow
You're the sweetest cure
I never got to tell you
Word's out somehow
You're the sweetest cure
I never got to taste
My doll, pure hearts
Turn the tables and
Push it out and watch me slowly break
Sweetest cure
I never got to taste
Sweetest cure
I'll never taste
Sweetest Cure was written by Amanda Ghost & Hugo & Ian Dench & Peter Ibsen.
Sweetest Cure was produced by Dave McCracken.