Rawwwrr!

Rawwwrr!
Rawwwrr!

Take it back, what you stole from me
Take it back, what you stole from me, baby
Take it back, what you stole from me
Take it back, what you stole from me, baby
Taking back what you stole
Taking back what you stole from me

Wash away these memories, silent and proud
Wash away these memories, silent and proud

Blood won't confirm on these curtains
Your blood, my hands
Your blood, my fucking hands
Run for the hills
Your strength, from the dead afar
Run for the hills
Your strength from luck, cut this off
And if you think you're alive
Well, you're better off fucking dead!
Right!

This will be another moment where we put
Salt in my eyes, in wake I won't
Salt in my eyes
In hope I won't see your smile
I will not see her

This will be over my dead body
This will be over my dead body
This will be over my dead body
This will be over my dead body
This will be over my dead body
This will be over my dead body
This will be over my dead body



Credits
Writer(s): Oliver Scott Sykes, Lee David Malia, Curtis Paul Lee Ward, Matthew Kean, Matthew Stephen Nicholls
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