xKito Music - ?Chill?Running Touch - Courtesy Of | Текст песни

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• ?Chill?Running Touch - Courtesy Of

I think I'm tired of hearing don’t,
With ticket stubs in front of me,
Paint my house all shades of gold,
That way I can’t see

(That he, he...)
(That he, he...)

He’s not-
Real, real, real, no, no.
Real, real, no, hey, no, no.
Real, real, real, no, no.
No, no.

I’m not even friends with ones I know,
Courtesy of Curtis, I’m on my own.

I’m not even friends with ones I know,
Courtesy of Curtis, I’m on my own.

(Ha ha ha, alright... 1, 2, 3!)

Quarter your visit and then some,
As every breath; it stirs me,
And I would have no one know,
Of all these years waiting.

Days sped, winding and wailing,
In an anvil of sheets,
In an anvil of sheets.

Your nose upon mine, as I would go,
But who would you have, if I were to leave?

He’s not-
Real, real, real, no, no.
Real, real, no, hey, no, no.
Real, real, real, no, no.
No, no, no, hey, no, no

He’s not-
Real, real, real, no, no.
Real, real, no, hey, no, no.
Real, real, real, no, no.
No, no.

I’m not even friends with ones I know,
Courtesy of Curtis, I’m on my own.

I’m not even friends with ones I know,
Courtesy of Curtis, I’m on my own.

I’m not even friends with ones I know,
Courtesy of Curtis, I’m on my own.

I’m not even friends with ones I know,
Courtesy of Curtis, I’m on my own.