| Song | Nothing Between Us |
| Artist | Racoon |
| Album | Before You Leave |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I’ll walk the line | |
| You can shove everything that you have | |
| You’ll throw it right back at me | |
| Saying you couldn’t care less | |
| You ask me where the window’s at | |
| I tell you follow the smokers | |
| If that’s impolite | |
| You sure don’t belong to the jokers | |
| There’s nothing between us | |
| Except the air that we breathe | |
| You build on the bullshit | |
| You’ve got stuck up your sleeve | |
| There’s nothing between us | |
| Except the air that we breathe | |
| You build on the bullshit | |
| You’ve got stuck up your sleeve | |
| I’ve done all my best | |
| I’ve tried to make it worthwhile | |
| So now the more you yell, spit and curse | |
| The more that I smile First you dig up the dagger | |
| Then you ram it all the way | |
| Through my heart, and set fire | |
| To the walls and you tear them apart | |
| Then you sit, look and listen | |
| While your wolves come and start | |
| There’s nothing between us | |
| Except the air that we breathe | |
| You build on the bullshit | |
| You‘ve got stuck up your sleeve | |
| There’s nothing between us | |
| Except the air that we breathe | |
| You build on the bullshit | |
| You got stuck up your sleeve | |
| Brought back the joke | |
| While you just blew smoke all the time | |
| You shot at the sun and you missed it | |
| I can still hear you whine | |
| There’s nothing between us | |
| Except the air that we breathe | |
| You build on the bullshit | |
| You‘ve got stuck up your sleeve | |
| There’s nothing between us | |
| Except the air that we breathe | |
| You build on the bullshit | |
| You still love to believe |
| I' ll walk the line | |
| You can shove everything that you have | |
| You' ll throw it right back at me | |
| Saying you couldn' t care less | |
| You ask me where the window' s at | |
| I tell you follow the smokers | |
| If that' s impolite | |
| You sure don' t belong to the jokers | |
| There' s nothing between us | |
| Except the air that we breathe | |
| You build on the bullshit | |
| You' ve got stuck up your sleeve | |
| There' s nothing between us | |
| Except the air that we breathe | |
| You build on the bullshit | |
| You' ve got stuck up your sleeve | |
| I' ve done all my best | |
| I' ve tried to make it worthwhile | |
| So now the more you yell, spit and curse | |
| The more that I smile First you dig up the dagger | |
| Then you ram it all the way | |
| Through my heart, and set fire | |
| To the walls and you tear them apart | |
| Then you sit, look and listen | |
| While your wolves come and start | |
| There' s nothing between us | |
| Except the air that we breathe | |
| You build on the bullshit | |
| You' ve got stuck up your sleeve | |
| There' s nothing between us | |
| Except the air that we breathe | |
| You build on the bullshit | |
| You got stuck up your sleeve | |
| Brought back the joke | |
| While you just blew smoke all the time | |
| You shot at the sun and you missed it | |
| I can still hear you whine | |
| There' s nothing between us | |
| Except the air that we breathe | |
| You build on the bullshit | |
| You' ve got stuck up your sleeve | |
| There' s nothing between us | |
| Except the air that we breathe | |
| You build on the bullshit | |
| You still love to believe |
| I' ll walk the line | |
| You can shove everything that you have | |
| You' ll throw it right back at me | |
| Saying you couldn' t care less | |
| You ask me where the window' s at | |
| I tell you follow the smokers | |
| If that' s impolite | |
| You sure don' t belong to the jokers | |
| There' s nothing between us | |
| Except the air that we breathe | |
| You build on the bullshit | |
| You' ve got stuck up your sleeve | |
| There' s nothing between us | |
| Except the air that we breathe | |
| You build on the bullshit | |
| You' ve got stuck up your sleeve | |
| I' ve done all my best | |
| I' ve tried to make it worthwhile | |
| So now the more you yell, spit and curse | |
| The more that I smile First you dig up the dagger | |
| Then you ram it all the way | |
| Through my heart, and set fire | |
| To the walls and you tear them apart | |
| Then you sit, look and listen | |
| While your wolves come and start | |
| There' s nothing between us | |
| Except the air that we breathe | |
| You build on the bullshit | |
| You' ve got stuck up your sleeve | |
| There' s nothing between us | |
| Except the air that we breathe | |
| You build on the bullshit | |
| You got stuck up your sleeve | |
| Brought back the joke | |
| While you just blew smoke all the time | |
| You shot at the sun and you missed it | |
| I can still hear you whine | |
| There' s nothing between us | |
| Except the air that we breathe | |
| You build on the bullshit | |
| You' ve got stuck up your sleeve | |
| There' s nothing between us | |
| Except the air that we breathe | |
| You build on the bullshit | |
| You still love to believe |