Paramore - Playing God

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Artísta: Paramore

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Letra 'Playing God'

Can t make my own decisions or make any with precision
Well, maybe you should tie me up so I don t go where you don t want me
You say that I ve been changing, that I m not just simply aging
Yeah, how could that be logical?
Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat

Wo-o-o-ho-oh

You don t have to believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger... I ll point you to the mirror

If God s the game that you re playing
Well, we must get more acquainted
Because it has to be so lonely... to be the only one who s holy
It s just my humble opinion, but it s one that I believe in
You don t deserve a point of view, if the only thing you see is you

Wo-o-o-ho-oh

You don t have to believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger... I ll point you to the mirror

This is the last second chance
(I ll point you to the mirror)
I m half as good as it gets
(I ll point you to the mirror)
I m on both sides of the fence
(I ll point you to the mirror)
Without a hint of regret... I ll hold you to it

I know you don t believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger... I ll point you to the mirror

I know you won t believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger... I ll point you to the mirror