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The Guilt by The Rakesالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

The Guilt by The Rakes

I just woke up
Everything was fucked
From the night before
I was beyond repair
I had just woke up
Everything was wrong
All the cats were dead
And the phones were gone

I had just woke up
Like a heart attack
I weren't coming back
And mum was dressed in black
I had just woke up
I had just woke up
Everything was fucked
Everything was fucked

The guilt won't leave my circulation
The guilt won't leave my circulation
The guilt won't leave my circulation
The guilt won't leave my circulation

I had just woke up
In someone else's bed
She was overweight
Who did I do last night?

I felt paradise
In between girl's thighs
It was quick and nice
The feelings cold as ice

I could hardly walk
And I had the shakes
Had to eat some fruit
Or I was gonna faint

I had just woke up
I had just woke up
Everything was fucked
Everything was fucked

The guilt won't leave my circulation
The guilt won't leave my circulation
The guilt won't leave my circulation
The guilt won't leave my circulation

I need one day a week
For my cuts to heal
Take every Monday off
With my blood shot eyes

If work only knew
What I got up to
At the weekend
They wouldn't speak to me

Or pretend to be my friends
Take every Monday off
With my blood shot eyes
With my blood shot eyes

I had just woke up
I had just woke up
Everything was fucked
Everything was fucked

The guilt won't leave my circulation
The guilt won't leave my circulation
The guilt won't leave my circulation
The guilt won't leave my circulation

Writer : SWINNERTON, MATTHEW / DONOHOE, ALAN / PETERSEN, LASSE / HORN-SMITH, JAMES
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.