Things are shaping up to be pretty odd
Little deaths in musical beds
So it seems I'm someone I've never met ...
Seguir leyendo Things are shaping up to be pretty odd
Little deaths in musical beds
So it seems I'm someone I've never met

You will only hear these elegent crimes,
Fall on your ears from criminal dimes
They spill unfound from a pretty mouth

Everybody gets there and everybody their way
I never said I missed her when everybody kissed her,
Now I'm the only one to blame

Things have changed for me, and that's okay
I feel the same, I'm on my way, ans I say

I wanr to go where everyone goes,
I want to know what everyone knows
I want to go where everyone feels the same

I never said I'd leave the city,
I never said I'd leave this town
A falling out we won't tiptoe about

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