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Letras:Gold Motel. Cold Shoulders.

Clutchin' your glass, spittin' your ash
Sold my heart as petty cash
On the telephone, say you're comin' home
But we both know that you won't

Once I saw through, you tried to outdo you
We were better back then when I barely knew you
A backseat kiss, a heartbreak wish
It's too late to take it all back, take it all back, take it all back

Some things end without tryin'
We turn away without warnin'
Your cold shoulders! Your cold shoulders! Your cold shoulders!
Your cold...

You're in the lead, pickin' up speed
Down on my luck, but not gonna plead
Your loyalty to your vanity
It's too late to take it all back, take it all back, take it all back

Some things end without tryin'
We turn away without warnin'
Your cold shoulders! Your cold shoulders! Your cold shoulders!
Your cold shoulders! Your cold shoulders! Your cold shoulders!
Your cold shoulders! Your cold shoulders! Your cold...

Once I saw through, you tried to outdo you
We were better back then when I barely knew you
A backseat kiss, a heartbreak wish
It's too late to take it all back, take it all back, take it all back, take it all back