Driving fast in your car with the roof up,
Pedal to the floor if we crash, don’t give two f#cks.
Skinny jeans with the boots with the nubucks,
You say nothing hurts
but we both know that the truth does.
My bleeding heart won’t beat now,
My bleeding heart,
My bleeding won’t beat now,
My bleeding heart.
Feel me through speakers,
Pains the greatest teacher,
Filling up the bleachers,
I don’t need a feature,
All I make is heaters,
Hot just like a fever,
You sound like a preacher, I don’t even need ya
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And I’ve been down while,
With my broken smile,
Asleep on the tiles,
Yeah we’ve been off the dial.
Driving fast in your car with the roof up,
Pedal to the floor if we crash, don’t give two f#cks.
Skinny jeans with the boots with the nubucks,
You say nothing hurts
but we both know that the truth does.
My bleeding heart won’t beat now,
My bleeding heart,
My bleeding won’t beat now,
My bleeding heart
My bleeding heart won’t beat now,
My bleeding heart,
My bleeding won’t beat now,
My bleeding heart
I could be your right hand man
Walking with you through the night,
in the dark I stand.
Get you feeling right, I can take you home,
if you lost up in a psychic trance.
Dreams are just a finite plan cause the futures never ours and it bites like damn.
But I could never understand
why you feeling like you always
dealt the under hand.
Driving fast in your car with the roof up,
Pedal to the floor if we crash, don’t give two f#cks.
Skinny jeans with the boots with the nubucks,
You say nothing hurts
but we both know that the truth does.
My bleeding heart won’t beat now,
My bleeding heart,
My bleeding won’t beat now,
My bleeding heart
My bleeding heart won’t beat now,
My bleeding heart,
My bleeding won’t beat now,
My bleeding heart
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Bleeding Heart Lyrics English
Driving fast in your car with the roof up,
Pedal to the floor if we crash, don’t give two f#cks.
Skinny jeans with the boots with the nubucks,
You say nothing hurts
but we both know that the truth does.
My bleeding heart won’t beat now,
My bleeding heart,
My bleeding won’t beat now,
My bleeding heart.
Feel me through speakers,
Pains the greatest teacher,
Filling up the bleachers,
I don’t need a feature,
All I make is heaters,
Hot just like a fever,
You sound like a preacher, I don’t even need ya
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And I’ve been down while,
With my broken smile,
Asleep on the tiles,
Yeah we’ve been off the dial.
Driving fast in your car with the roof up,
Pedal to the floor if we crash, don’t give two f#cks.
Skinny jeans with the boots with the nubucks,
You say nothing hurts
but we both know that the truth does.
My bleeding heart won’t beat now,
My bleeding heart,
My bleeding won’t beat now,
My bleeding heart
My bleeding heart won’t beat now,
My bleeding heart,
My bleeding won’t beat now,
My bleeding heart
I could be your right hand man
Walking with you through the night,
in the dark I stand.
Get you feeling right, I can take you home,
if you lost up in a psychic trance.
Dreams are just a finite plan cause the futures never ours and it bites like damn.
But I could never understand
why you feeling like you always
dealt the under hand.
Driving fast in your car with the roof up,
Pedal to the floor if we crash, don’t give two f#cks.
Skinny jeans with the boots with the nubucks,
You say nothing hurts
but we both know that the truth does.
My bleeding heart won’t beat now,
My bleeding heart,
My bleeding won’t beat now,
My bleeding heart
My bleeding heart won’t beat now,
My bleeding heart,
My bleeding won’t beat now,
My bleeding heart
Find more lyrics at asialyrics.com
Phi11a Lyrics – Bleeding Heart