That's What You Get
Lyrics
No sir, well, I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore It's your turn, so take a seat We're settling the final score And why do we like to hurt so much?full lyrics...
No sir, well, I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore It's your turn, so take a seat We're settling the final score And why do we like to hurt so much?full lyrics...
Features Of This Song
electric rock instrumentationa subtle use of vocal harmony
varying tempo and time signatures
major key tonality
a vocal-centric aesthetic
electric rhythm guitars
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Now I can't trust myself And that's what you get With the sound of its beating 'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built Publishers: BUT FATHER I JUST WANT TO SING, FBR MUSIC, JOSH'S MUSIC, MEAUX HITS, WB MUSIC CORP. When you were here I can't decide, you have made it harder When you let your heart win, whoa I never learn It's your turn, so take a seat With anything but this When you let your heart win, whoa That's what you get When you let your heart win, whoa That's what you get That's what you get Songwriters: Joshua Neil Farro, Hayley Williams, Taylor York And why, all the possibilities That's what you get I still try holding onto silly things This heart will start a riot in me And that's what you get Why do we like to hurt so much? I drowned out all my sense With the sound of its beating Oh why, all the possibilities And that's what you get Pain, make your way to me, to me We're settling the final score Just to go on When you let your heart win, whoa When you let your heart win, whoa I drowned out all my sense That's what you get When you're not here? I'm sure you've heard Let's start, start, hey! No sir, well, I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore If I ever start to think straight When you let your heart win, whoa When you let your heart win, whoa I wonder, how am I supposed to feel When you let your heart win, whoa Oh, why do we like to hurt so much? And why do we like to hurt so much? That's what you get And I'll always be just so inviting When you let your heart win, whoa Well, I was wrong That's what you get When you let your heart win, whoa


