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Track: Grudge
Artist: Neoni
Album: The Death Of Daisies

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Name: Neoni
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Alexander was born in St. Petersburg in 1986. Since childhood, and through the years, he tries to understand, accumulates knowledge and sharpens his skills in musical school and academy. Electronic sound has always excited his imagination, and finally he made his first creative attempts on an old home computer. Time passed, his potential growed and finally bursted into electro project ‘Neonicle’, with live PAs and many thrilling tracks. Also he’s ideologist and administrator of one and only respected russian electro music site - www.electro-lovers.com

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Release: Neoni - The Death of Daisies
Year: 2024
Genres: Electronic, Pop
Styles: Alt-Pop

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LYRICS

Think you're such a blessing? You're a curse
About as fun as drivin' a hearse
With balloons tied to every door
Claiming it's just a metaphor
Talking big like you think you're Goliath
Every word is rocket science
Think you're smarter, you're so adored
Everybody likes you more

Your ego's the size of a small continent
With a side of delusion, misplaced confidence

Can't grit my teeth, can't hold my tongue
Pretend that you're the chosen one
Can't say that I don't hate your guts
But I can always hold a

Grudge
Grudge, 'udgе
Grudge
Grudge, 'udge

Thе emperor is naked, can't you see?
It's all the rage, I can't believe
Hope you fall off your high horse
And it sues you for a hostile work environment
You're a tyrant
It'd be best if you'd accept early retirement
It's violent, your entitlement
Like, who made you the king and can we fire them?

Your ego's the size of a small continent
How are you still so incompetent?

Can't grit my teeth, can't hold my tongue
Pretend that you're the chosen one
Can't say that I don't hate your guts
But I can always hold a grudge
Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah
I can always hold a

Grudge
Grudge, 'udge
Grudge
Grudge, 'udge

(Grit my teeth, can't hold my tongue)
Grudge, 'udge--
(Say that I don't hate your guts, but--)
Grudge, udge