Letras: Afterhours. Pop Kills Your Soul. Compromise Is Going To Kill Me Baby.

Everyone is nothing but a sail
everyone is nothing but a try
ought to find a way
ought to find a way
out i got a way that's gonna dry my brain
compromise's going to kill my babe
compromise's going to kill my babe
i cannot talk without being a lier
i cannot feel 'cause it just made me tired
something that you say
something that you say
i'd feel the urge but i can't feel the claim
compromise's going to kill my babe
everyone is nothing but a sail
everyone is nothing but a try
something that you say
something that you say
i got a way that's gonna dry my brain
compromise's going to kill my babe
compromise's going to kill my babe

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