Lyrics: All I Taste Is What's Her Name
Artist: From Autumn To Ashes
Album: The Fiction We Live
Song: All I Taste Is What's Her Name
Released: 2003
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All I Taste Is What's Her Name lyrics
The tears suspend
Smiles are not more than (empty love)
Locked doors can keep you alone
Forever paint words (from your lips) in a house that's no longer your home
Take the dreams I know (as my own) and it worsens weekends
Thanks again for my misery
And you run with fake friends
I'm sick of your sad songs and sing alongs
I kind of like it when things are wrong
Straight from left end
They'll shout corrections
And I'll decline, I'll decline
A source of comfort or some protection
And I'll decline
Smiles are not more than (empty love)
Locked doors can keep you alone
Forever paint words (from your lips) in a house that's no longer your home
Take the dreams I know (as my own) and it worsens weekends
Thanks again for my misery. And you run with fake friends
I'm sick of your sad songs and sing alongs
I kind of like it when things are wrong
Straight from left end
They'll shout corrections
And I'll decline, I'll decline
A source of comfort or some protection
And I'll decline
In your throat
You will see
Surface relocated
Therapy
All I taste of today
Is the shame (of) my whore pretty
All I know are apologies
Do you feel the shame
Smiles are not more than (empty love)
Locked doors can keep you alone
Forever paint words (from your lips) in a house that's no longer your home
Take the dreams I know (as my own) and it worsens weekends
Thanks again for my misery
And you run with fake friends
I'm sick of your sad songs and sing alongs
I kind of like it when things are wrong
Straight from left end
They'll shout corrections
And I'll decline, I'll decline
A source of comfort or some protection
And I'll decline
Smiles are not more than (empty love)
Locked doors can keep you alone
Forever paint words (from your lips) in a house that's no longer your home
Take the dreams I know (as my own) and it worsens weekends
Thanks again for my misery. And you run with fake friends
I'm sick of your sad songs and sing alongs
I kind of like it when things are wrong
Straight from left end
They'll shout corrections
And I'll decline, I'll decline
A source of comfort or some protection
And I'll decline
In your throat
You will see
Surface relocated
Therapy
All I taste of today
Is the shame (of) my whore pretty
All I know are apologies
Do you feel the shame
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