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lyrics

Bulletproof
Words & Music by Mike Maimone
(c) 2008

Cmaj7
I hit the bottle but the bottle's hittin' back these days
I might as well be drinkin' turpentine.
G (add 4, 6)
You pay for what you get, but I got nothin' left except
taxes, debt, fees, penalties and fines.
Cmaj7
The lights are buzzin' and the coffe tastes like mud, I need
to find a happy place where I can hide.
Go out for a smoke, paperwork is such a joke
but no one seems to laugh when I miss deadlines.

We're all gonna die some day. No need to borrow time.

Find something you love and let it kill you.
Find something you love and let it rip your fucking heart out.
Find something you love and let it kill you.
You gotta have a broken heart my friend to be bulletproof.

Ever since I was 17 everyone's been telling me
happiness is doing what you love.
But it's all chemical so get down from your pedestal;
happiness is the right mix of drugs.

We're all gonna die some day. Who do I owe for mine?

Find something you love and let it kill you.
Find something you love and let it rip your fucking heart out.
Find something you love and let it kill you.
You gotta have a broken heart my friend to be bulletproof.

credits

from Open Mic Nights, Empty Bottle Mornings, released September 15, 2008

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