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Elle King
playing for keeps
You prayed to have your nameScattered on the lips of the young
Now, you claim that it's you on the tips of their tongue
And if you're proud of what you had to kill to get your thrill
Well, I bet it stings to give up everything
And realize that they don't want you
It's a lonely road where the forgotten
Go where your misery finds its company
(whoa-oh-oh-ow)
It's a long way down to the sacred ground
Where the reaper's playing for keeps
Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow
The hollow sound is ringing where your heart used to be
Have you found that your admiration will never set you free?
Get your lies prepared
You're next in line for judgement day
Now, aren't you praying, aren't you begging
That you're anyone else?
It's a lonely road where the forgotten
Go where your misery finds its company
(whoa-oh-oh-ow)
It's a long way down to the sacred ground
Where the reaper's playing for keeps
Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow
Well, I bet you're sorry now
You did this to yourself
Well, I bet you're sorry now
Well, aren't you sorry now?
It's a lonely road where the forgotten
Go where your misery finds its company
(whoa-oh-oh-ow)
It's a long way down to the sacred ground
Where the reaper's playing for keeps
It's a lonely road where the forgotten
Go where your misery finds its company
(whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow)
It's a long way down to the sacred ground
Where the reaper's playing for keeps
(whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow)
Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow
Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow
(you prayed to have your name
Scattered on the lips of the young
Now, you claim that it's you on the tips of their tongue)