Maude Lyrics, Letra:
Gossiper
Who gets sick of i love you
Am i the worst to have to know
Some lies just stay easier in my head
Some lies stay easier to be told
Maude, my god you’re spinning round the room
You’ve got your friends so i’m gonna boost
I’ll see you soon
Maude don’t be cross, i don’t know what else to do
I know you’re sick of the same excuse/old moves i learned from you
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Damn does it hurt to be honest
It hurts most when i know i’m gonna let you down
I can’t stand the back of my head now
Where thoughts worth forgetting can be found
When i see you dancing on your own
I can’t help wonder who’ll catch you when you’re falling
There comes a time when i’ve got to resign it’s not up to me to decide where your crystal ball lands