The Murder of My Sweet - Everyone Wins
Everyone wins
Sinners, haters, poker players
Feed us candy, fools us dandy
You've got to give it up
To celebrate the peace
You've got to tend that stormy cloud
We are all saints
But everyone sins, everyone does
Down the core, same
When everyone wins, everyone loves
Hand on heart, truth
Blood is red unless your kind is blue
No matter what
The world depends on you
Lawyers handy when you're trending
Losers buy guns, trigger happy
You've got to give it up
To celebrate the peace
You've got to tend that stormy cloud
We are all saints
But everyone sins, everyone does
Down the core, same
When everyone wins, everyone loves
Hand on heart, truth
Blood is red unless your kind is blue
No matter what
The world depends on you
Must be a reason for this generation clash
Oh why?
Who is the winner in this endless crashing plane?
No one
We are all saints
But everyone sins, everyone does
Down the core, same
When everyone wins, everyone loves
Hand on heart, truth
Blood is red unless your kind is blue
No matter what
The world depends on you
All saints
But everyone sins, everyone does
Down the core, same
When everyone wins, everyone loves
Hand on heart, truth
Blood is red unless your kind is blue
No matter what
The world depends on you
Written by:
Angelica Rylin, Daniel Flores
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