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Tania

TRADE MODERATOR

I have to block out thoughts of you So I don’t lose my head They’re crawling like a cockroach Leaving babies in my bed Dropping little reels of tape To remind me that I’m alone Playing movies in my head That make a porno feel like home There’s a burning in my pride, A nervous bleeding in my brain An ounce of peace is all I want for you. Will you never call again? And will you never say that you love me Just to put it in my face? And will you never try to reach me? It is I that wanted space. Hate me today Hate me tomorrow Hate me for all the things I didn’t do for you Hate me in ways

Harry Styles

Sign of the Times

Just stop your crying It's a sign of the times Welcome to the final show Hope you're wearing your best clothes You can't bribe the door on your way to the sky You look pretty good down here But you ain't really good

If we never learn, we been here before Why are we always stuck and running from The bullets? The bullets We never learn, we been here before Why are we always stuck and running from The bullets? The bullets

Just stop your crying It's a sign of the times We gotta get away from here We gotta get away from here Just stop your crying It'll be alright They told me that the end is near We gotta get away from here

Just stop your crying Have the time of your life Breaking through the atmosphere And things are pretty good from here Remember everything will be alright We can meet again somewhere Somewhere far away from here

We never learn, we been here before Why are we always stuck and running from The bullets? The bullets We never learn, we been here before Why are we always stuck and running from The bullets? The bullets

Just stop your crying It's a sign of the times We gotta get away from here We gotta get away from here Stop your crying Baby, it will be alright They told me that the end is near We gotta get away from here

We never learn, we been here before Why are we always stuck and running from The bullets? The bullets We never learn, we been here before Why are we always stuck and running from The bullets? The bullets

We don't talk enough We should open up Before it's all too much Will we ever learn? We've been here before It's just what we know

Stop your crying, baby It's a sign of the times We gotta get away We got to get away We got to get away We got to get away We got to get away We got to, we got to (away) We got to, we got to (away) We got to, we got to (away)