80 Degrees

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I turn a blind eye on history
 You turn our friends into enemies
 Tainted every pop song we go crazy about
 And of all the things that you didn't throw
 Your fancy gifts were the first to go
 Now the charity shops 'round here all know me by name
 Think I'm a saint
 I washed my mouth out at 80 degrees
 Tried a 100 different remedies
 But I couldn't get the taste out
 I never listen anymore
 To the singers that you live for
 The songs that I once adored
 Had to cut my hair and paint the walls
 All the things we said we wanted
 Don't want them anymore
 I found myself in a pile of books
 I dance at parties now I don't care how it looks
 To flirt with strangers
 Never feeling danger
 Let the room spin
 Cause thinking back makes me curl my toes
 The way I dressed up, all lace, ribbon and bows
 Trying to please you
 Oh and everything is so easy now
 I washed my mouth out at 80 degrees
 Changed my name, went to therapy
 But I couldn't get the taste out
 I never listen anymore
 To the singers that you live for
 The songs that I once adored
 Had to cut my hair and paint the walls
 All the things we said we wanted
 Don't want them anymore
 All the things we said we wanted
 Don't want them anymore
 And now I'm mortified from hanging about
 I got this heartbeat, baby, trying to get out
 And I got more than one good reason to shout
 I'm never, ever, ever going back
 I never listen anymore
 To the singers that you live for
 The songs that I once adored
 Had to cut my hair and paint the walls
 All the things we said we wanted
 Don't want them anymore
 All the things we said we wanted
 Don't want them anymore
 All the things you think I wanted
 Don't want them anymore

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Duration
03:36
Key
3
Tempo
120 BPM

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