Brightside - Speculose | Текст песни

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Hayden tends to plummet like a ball of spit.
his bedroom incensed, candle lit.
he's always in his coat.

Brought up on a fortune in a mansion, of course.
it may have been the acid, may have been the divorce.
but who would really know.

Young wild sparks get lost
and you forget about
all of them

McKenna left at midnight in a neon top.
she probably told her mother she was taking a walk.
or maybe just bailed.

The Hamptons for the summer on a private estate.
her friends are all invited and they're cutting the cake.
I'll bet they even sailed.

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