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Heart on the Beat by Henry

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Heart on the Beat by Henry - K-Pop, Pop music cover art

Heart on the Beat

K-Pop, Pop

0:003:24
Lyrics
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You talk, talk, talk, but your love's a broken clock
Call me addicted, thanks for the compliment
My addiction is the beat, yours is just a monologue
They say my smile's addictive, a fever
They want my spot, that's a fact, not a maybe
They mirror my shine, but it's cracked reflection
Your fake little love already got kicked to the curb
They say my smile's addictive, a fever
They want my spot, that's a fact, not a maybe
They mirror my shine, but it's cracked reflection
Your fake little love already got kicked to the curb
EXPLODE
Bum, bum, bum, hard on the beat
They talk, talk, talk, but never in my league
Every step's an earthquake, yeah
My weapon is the truth
Your fake love won't survive the storm
You wanna be me? Sorry, it's too late
Don't you ever get tired?
Oh, what's the need?
Wearing a mask that was never yours
Pretending a devotion that doesn't exist
No, not at all
Came with flowers, but the petals fell
They were fake, even the scent lie
Pretended to be fan of one just to watch the show
But backstage, your venom already spilled
Keep refreshing the feed, tagging me
Acting like you hate me, but you're the one
Drying up, my drug is art
The stage is my dose, your drug is hate
They say my smile's addictive, a fever
They want my crown, fact, not a maybe
Mirror my glow, but it's shattered glass
Your fake love just got cancelled
Bum, bum, bum, hard on the beat
They talk, talk, talk, but never in my life
Every step's an earthquake, yeah
Did you, did you, did you
Hit you with that drug, true your fake love
Won't survive the storm
You wanna be me, sorry it's too late
Oh, don't you ever get tired?
Oh, what's the need?
Everything fake, everything fake
Except my hair, does that bother you?
And skinny Nancy is real too
To step over you
The world spins and the voices are just noise
I follow my own tempo, my own