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Kat Dahlia

Kat Dahlia

Fucking trust

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(Verse)
You knew everything about this train
The ways moving I'm ready and it seems all so heavy
Standing at the station like a bank with a claim
Pockets empty but ready 'cus my words are stamped in and dated
'Cause he's so sweet
He run near the side of the street
With no seeds, with no trees
Ain't got no green

Took a holding on my garden
Took a piece of every root that I started
'Cause I wasn't guarded
Put my trust in the lust of a dream that you wanted

(Hook)
The witness, the witness is unjust
Well there goes my fucking trust
A surface, the purpose, contentious
Well there goes my fucking trust
The witness, the witness is unjust
Well there goes my fucking trust
Took a holding on my garden
Took a piece of every root that I started
'Cause I wasn't guarded
'Cause I wasn't guarded

(Verse)
You knew everything about this train
These words were never meant on the track, you took my hand and lead me down your path
It's time the fire to start burning back
You're tryin to say you're better than that
Let me ink it down with that pen, I saw it, you stabbed it in my back
Sick to the stomach and I’m sick to the brain
You got a piece of every single word I say
But baby who's to blame? I bought into the game
Now you've got all to gain

(Hook)
The witness, the witness is unjust
Well there goes my fucking trust
A surface, the purpose, contentious
Well there goes my fucking trust
The witness, the witness is unjust
Well there goes my fucking trust
Took a holding on my garden
Took a piece of every root that I started
'Cause I wasn't guarded

(Bridge)
This one's for you
The veil ain't with the…
This one's for you
The veil ain't with the…
This one's for you
The veil ain't with the thorns
And now my garden's all yours
And now my garden's all yours

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