Texty

You can keep what you want I want none of this They're just bad memories I don't want In my sunshine (shine, shine) You can pack it all up And be gone And be gone If it matters to you You can sell it all up If the price feels right I won't judge If you get off your knees You'll be out on the breeze Take a lesson from me Don't get stuck on a dream
Writer(s): Thomas Edward Yorke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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