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The Traceelords - Room for Improvement Lyrics



The Traceelords - Room for Improvement Lyrics




You're not the Antichrist but worse
You're not a blessing, just a curse
I broke your heart but you broke mine
A million times
Please let us stop committing crimes

I love you more than you deserve
And this is getting on my nerve
I don't know why
I have to live my life the way I do
Someday I'll give it back to you

There's always room for improvement
Cold days without any movement
I don't wanna be stalking
It's just my inner child talking
Always room for improvement

Flattery won't turn me into your servant
Bring me up to speed baby, it's urgent
I wanna score big
But you keep chasing nickels and dimes
Please let us stop committing crimes

I'm drowning and you are describing the water
I hope that this B.S. ain't just a starter
Your illegal amount of beauty drives me insane
Don't mess with my tolerance of pain

When you say improvement
You're really pushing the term
And if you try to kill me
I'm gonna die
With my middle finger up in the air

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You're not the Antichrist but worse
You're not a blessing, just a curse
I broke your heart but you broke mine
A million times
Please let us stop committing crimes

I love you more than you deserve
And this is getting on my nerve
I don't know why
I have to live my life the way I do
Someday I'll give it back to you

There's always room for improvement
Cold days without any movement
I don't wanna be stalking
It's just my inner child talking
Always room for improvement

Flattery won't turn me into your servant
Bring me up to speed baby, it's urgent
I wanna score big
But you keep chasing nickels and dimes
Please let us stop committing crimes

I'm drowning and you are describing the water
I hope that this B.S. ain't just a starter
Your illegal amount of beauty drives me insane
Don't mess with my tolerance of pain

When you say improvement
You're really pushing the term
And if you try to kill me
I'm gonna die
With my middle finger up in the air

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Writer: ANDREAS BRINGS, HAAN HARTMANN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




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