I grew up in a little tiny town When no one was around Where I wrapped my feelings down Shut your lie when you wear out your screen 'Cause the sun it burns your skin Fucking hell I never win
I said oh, well I'm never coming back I've had enough of you Yeah I've had enough of them I said oh, well I'm never coming back Yeah I've had enough of you Just admit that this is true
I got on and I don't know where to say Well there's nothing you could say Know there's nothing you could say When the lights stop, the city starts to dim And the sun it burns your skin Fucking hell I never win
I said oh, well I'm never coming back I've had enough of you Yeah I've had enough of them I said oh, well I'm never coming back Yeah I've had enough of you Just admit that this is true
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I grew up in a little tiny town When no one was around Where I wrapped my feelings down Shut your lie when you wear out your screen 'Cause the sun it burns your skin Fucking hell I never win
I said oh, well I'm never coming back I've had enough of you Yeah I've had enough of them I said oh, well I'm never coming back Yeah I've had enough of you Just admit that this is true