Cold Hart - Stolen Car lyrics

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Cold Hart - Stolen Car lyrics

[Intro: Cold Hart] I wanna lie with you on a bed of nails I wanna fly with you, baby, straight to Hell Broken heart, I want it back Broken phone, don't call me back [Chorus: Cold Hart] I wanna lie with you on a bed of nails I wanna fly with you, baby, straight to Hell Broken heart, I want it back Broken phone, don't call me back Your eyes are open, but still can't see it And you wanna shout, but your mouth ain't moving Broken heart, I got it back Stolen car, you drive me mad [Verse 1: Cold Hart] Acting artificial, natural disaster Tell me that you dying, what you doing after? She said I'm a dog, well I think life's a ball, yeah Faded on the plane like I'm trying to touch God, yeah Good morning cruel world, I'll spark up while I'm yawning Yeah, we had our fun, but I don't plan on stopping Yeah, I'm bad at math, but we should be divided Hands around my back, no, I don't wanna fight it [Chorus: Cold Hart] I wanna lie with you on a bed of nails I wanna fly with you, baby, straight to Hell Broken heart, I want it back Broken phone, don't call me back Your eyes are open, still can't see it You wanna shout, but your mouth ain't moving Broken heart, I got it back Stolen car, you drive me mad [Verse 2: Drippin So Pretty] Racing back from Hell, but I swear I'm feeling better now Pull up going hundred in twenty, no, I never round You can't tell me sh*t, oh, no, no, please don't make a sound They left me to die in the street in my other town It was always me and you You know that it's fu*king true Told you I would die for you That I'd always ride with you Fifties pink and hundreds blue Money old and money new Diamond wrist and diamond tooth I'm forever like tattoos Laying next to you with my eyes wide open Told me that you love me, but I just can't focus Lot of people died, left my heart so broken Pulling up on you with a thousand roses [Interlude: Cold Hart] Broken heart, I want it back Stolen car Broken heart, I got it back [Chorus: Cold Hart] I wanna lie with you on a bed of nails I wanna fly with you, baby, straight to Hell Broken heart, I want it back Broken phone, don't call me back

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