Planes - Poor Boy | Текст песни

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• Poor Boy

It’s gotten out of hand, just a little bit
You’ve been thinkin’ I’m hatin’ you what’s in your mind?
You found me out again
When you walk away from a little place,
People change the way you are inside their minds
Like they found you out again…
And through no fault of your own, you died in their eyes,
When the neighborhood is fed up,
I think it’s time we get up…

So show me the way to go home,
Why don’t you show me the way to go home?

Back and fourth again, when I’m getting in
Feel the cool on my face and I’m feelin’ alright
I’ve found my way I guess.
Nothing bad to say, bout a little place,
Just outgrew it and only the place not the folks inside,
So let it lye…
Oh you’re always at war with your mates,
So take your medication, and enjoy your last vacation…

So show me the way to go home,
Why don’t you show me the way to go home?

Why don’t you leave me? I can’t see, the reasons you don’t want me around
I need to go home, so soon.

I talk a little strange I didn’t notice
Says to me, boy where did you come from?
In the blink of an eye your town it passes,
In the middle of where did you come from?
Where did you come from?

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