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Jacks Mannequin - "Bruised"
Lyrics to Bruised : Ive got my things, Im good to go You met me at the terminal Just one more plane ride and its done We stood like statues at the gate Vacations come and gone too late Theres so much sun where Im from I had to give it away, had to give you away And we spent four days on an Island at your familys old hotel Sometimes perfection can be It can be perfect hell, perfect... Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes That I am not there, I swear I didnt mean For it to feel like this Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised And dont fly fast. Oh, pilot can you help me' Can you make this last' This plane is all I got So keep it steady, now Cause every inch you see is bruised I lace my Chucks, I walk the aisle I take my pills, the babies cry All I hear is whats playing through The in-flight radio Now every word of every song I ever heard that made me wanna stay Is whats playing through The in-flight radio, and I And I am, finally waking up Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes That I am not there, I swear I didnt mean For it to feel like this Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised Dont fly fast. Oh, pilot can you help me' Can you make this last' This plane is all I got So keep it steady, now Cause every inch you see is bruised, yeah So read your books, but stay out late Some nights, some nights, and dont think That you cant stop by the bar You havent shown your face here since the bad news Well Im here till close, with fingers crossed Each night cause your place isnt far And hours pass, and hours pass, yeah, yeah... Yeah, yeah, she still counts the minutes That I am not there, I swear I didnt mean For it to feel like this Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised And dont fly fast. Oh, pilot can you help me' Can you make this last' This plane is all I got So keep it steady, now Cause every inch you see is bruised, bruised, bruised [ Bruised Lyrics ]
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