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I’m a lot of talk that can’t deliver.
A splinter on you're finger maybe just a thorn in your side.
You left a mark on my heart.
Now it just a scar that bleeds from time to time.
Damaged goods, never work the way they should
They look nice on the outside but you aways pay the price.
Damaged goods will alway blow up in you're face.
They leave you shell shocked and blank.
…..thats more than I can take.
We cant decide what we are.
Together or apart, tragedy or art.
Like a run away train off the tracks.
When you do what you want.
Thats when everybody's lost.
Damaged goods will always fuck up in the end.
They’ll leave at your expense that more than I can spend.
Damaged goods will alway blow up in you're face.
They leave you shell shocked and blank.
…..and drifting through your day.
Why did you leave me all alone ?
I want to know why did you leave me all alone ?
Damaged goods, never work the way they should
They look nice on the outside but you aways pay the price.
Damaged goods will always fuck up in the end.
They’ll leave at your expense that more than I can spend.
Damaged goods will alway blow up in you're face.
They leave you shell shocked and blank.
…..thats more than I can take.
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Damaged Goods (karaoke)
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Scott Reinson Sechelt, British Columbia
Melodic vocals, fret burning guitar spread over genre blending song writing.
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