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All Time Low - Hate This Song Lyrics



All Time Low - Hate This Song Lyrics
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Last night I heard a song, it brought back all these awful feelings
I never listened long enough but now I get the meaning
I was your broken record, soundtrack to your starry ceiling
I tried to escape and started over, is it worth repeating?

You say you're alone and I'll still lie awake at night
I can't stop thinking 'bout the way you said

I hope you hear this song over and over again
I hope it burns a hole right through your f*cking head
And while you're out there dancing to someone new
I hope you hear this song, I hope it kills you too
I hope you hate this song (hate this song)
Like I hate you (like I hate you)

The ghost of your melody, it haunts me like a fading echo
You cut through the silence like the sirens hear my bedroom window
I should be moving on but you don't wanna let me let go
I've heard this one a million times and I hope-

I hope you hear this song over and over again
I hope it burns a hole right through your f*cking head
And while you're out there dancing to someone new
I hope you hear this song, I hope it kills you too
I hope you hate this song (hate this song)
Like I hate you (like I hate you)

When you hear my voice, I hope it makes you sick
Next time you sing along, you can choke on it

Yeah
I hope it makes you sick, sick, sick, sick
I hope it makes you sick
(Shit)

I hope you hear this song over and over again
I hope it burns a hole right through your f*cking head
And while you're out there dancing to someone new
I hope you hear this song
I hope it kills you too
I hope you hate this song (I hope you hate this song)
Like I hate you (like I hate you)

I hope you hate this song (I f*cking hate this song)
Like I hate you (like I hate you)
I hope you hate this song
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Last night I heard a song, it brought back all these awful feelings
I never listened long enough but now I get the meaning
I was your broken record, soundtrack to your starry ceiling
I tried to escape and started over, is it worth repeating?

You say you're alone and I'll still lie awake at night
I can't stop thinking 'bout the way you said

I hope you hear this song over and over again
I hope it burns a hole right through your f*cking head
And while you're out there dancing to someone new
I hope you hear this song, I hope it kills you too
I hope you hate this song (hate this song)
Like I hate you (like I hate you)

The ghost of your melody, it haunts me like a fading echo
You cut through the silence like the sirens hear my bedroom window
I should be moving on but you don't wanna let me let go
I've heard this one a million times and I hope-

I hope you hear this song over and over again
I hope it burns a hole right through your f*cking head
And while you're out there dancing to someone new
I hope you hear this song, I hope it kills you too
I hope you hate this song (hate this song)
Like I hate you (like I hate you)

When you hear my voice, I hope it makes you sick
Next time you sing along, you can choke on it

Yeah
I hope it makes you sick, sick, sick, sick
I hope it makes you sick
(Shit)

I hope you hear this song over and over again
I hope it burns a hole right through your f*cking head
And while you're out there dancing to someone new
I hope you hear this song
I hope it kills you too
I hope you hate this song (I hope you hate this song)
Like I hate you (like I hate you)

I hope you hate this song (I f*cking hate this song)
Like I hate you (like I hate you)
I hope you hate this song
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Writer: Andrew Goldstein, Eric Vanlerberghe, Alexander Gaskarth, Brian Burkheiser, John Eberhard, Jack Barakat, Stephen Menoian
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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