Been thinking of a hundred ways to end it all
Cut my chest open, leave my heart on the table, flood it all
Can't remember how it started, it just started to feel wrong
Something left inside, some they gotta get paid after all
Well it's another red day, I'm standing in the fuse
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Another red day, moody and confused
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Been feeling so low, can't seem to get high though
I try, I try
Smokin' till I burn the tip of my fingers, I try
Flowers in bloom, my body need my womb
Curled up in bed all day
I'm lost for words but my body's got something to say
Well it's another red day, I'm standing in the fuse
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Another red day, moody and confused
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Ooh
Been covering my eyes, been tempted to apologize
For the things I did when I was bleeding it out
I'm losing all my French and starting books by the end
Lost track of time, lost touch with my only friend
Well it's another red day, I'm standing in the fuse
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Another red day, moody and confused
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Another red day just blowing up a fuse
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Another red day, I'll never get used to
My body working overtime, working overtime
Working overtime, working overtime
Working overtime, working overtime
Working overtime, working overtime
Working overtime, working overtime
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Been thinking of a hundred ways to end it all
Cut my chest open, leave my heart on the table, flood it all
Can't remember how it started, it just started to feel wrong
Something left inside, some they gotta get paid after all
Well it's another red day, I'm standing in the fuse
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Another red day, moody and confused
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Been feeling so low, can't seem to get high though
I try, I try
Smokin' till I burn the tip of my fingers, I try
Flowers in bloom, my body need my womb
Curled up in bed all day
I'm lost for words but my body's got something to say
Well it's another red day, I'm standing in the fuse
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Another red day, moody and confused
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Ooh
Been covering my eyes, been tempted to apologize
For the things I did when I was bleeding it out
I'm losing all my French and starting books by the end
Lost track of time, lost touch with my only friend
Well it's another red day, I'm standing in the fuse
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Another red day, moody and confused
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Another red day just blowing up a fuse
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Another red day, I'll never get used to
My body working overtime, working overtime
Working overtime, working overtime
Working overtime, working overtime
Working overtime, working overtime
Working overtime, working overtime
Cut my chest open, leave my heart on the table, flood it all
Can't remember how it started, it just started to feel wrong
Something left inside, some they gotta get paid after all
Well it's another red day, I'm standing in the fuse
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Another red day, moody and confused
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Been feeling so low, can't seem to get high though
I try, I try
Smokin' till I burn the tip of my fingers, I try
Flowers in bloom, my body need my womb
Curled up in bed all day
I'm lost for words but my body's got something to say
Well it's another red day, I'm standing in the fuse
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Another red day, moody and confused
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Ooh
Been covering my eyes, been tempted to apologize
For the things I did when I was bleeding it out
I'm losing all my French and starting books by the end
Lost track of time, lost touch with my only friend
Well it's another red day, I'm standing in the fuse
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Another red day, moody and confused
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Another red day just blowing up a fuse
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Another red day, I'll never get used to
My body working overtime, working overtime
Working overtime, working overtime
Working overtime, working overtime
Working overtime, working overtime
Working overtime, working overtime
Writer: Clementine Lamazeres
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC