Alba s touto skladbou:
Made Up Stories,
No-one can help you now,
The air's a mess, with panic all around.
Half mast flags line the streets,
It's time to bow your head down in defeat.
Ohhh, ohhhh, oh
You suffocated me,
I felt your hands around my neck.
When I tried to speak.
Shout, shout out.
If you wanted more, more, more.
Just a bitter taste, and it's fueled by hate.
If it's all rehearsed then take the floor.
Do you take the floor?
Now it's my turn to say,
You weren't the problem standing in our way.
I take back all I said,
There's nothing to admire, I was misled.
You suffocated me,
I felt your hands around my neck.
When I tried to speak.
(And be quiet)
Shout, shout out.
If you wanted more, more, more.
(If you wanted more)
Just a bitter taste, and it's fueled by hate.
If it's all rehearsed then take the floor.
Shout, shout out.
If you wanted more, more, more.
(If you wanted more)
You can take the blame, but all the same,
If it's all rehearsed then take the floor.
Wait so patiently,
It's all so quiet.
What do you see?
Do your jealous eyes.
You got to look in,
Find something on me.
To make your mind,
Rest easily.
You just can't decide,
You just can't decide.
Shout, shout out.
If you wanted more, more, more.
(If you wanted more)
Just a bitter taste, and it's fueled by hate.
If it's all rehearsed then take the floor.
Shout, shout out.
If you wanted more, more, more.
(If you wanted more)
You can take the blame, but all the same,
If it's all rehearsed then take the floor.
Do you take the floor?
Ohhh, ohhhh, oh
Ohhh, ohhhh, oh
Ohhh, ohhhh, oh
