Texty

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ah-ah-ah Am I a fire or the lighter, am I full of it? Is it me or is it all of them? I'm like my father, I am stubborn I'm my mother's kid I'll guilt myself and the pain Until there's nothin' left (nothin' left) The air's gettin' grey now I see it on the way down Yeah, yeah It's pickin' up the pace now It's quicker on the way down, down, down It's like clockwork Wheels turn, heals hurt (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah) It's like clockwork, backwards Tired of sittin', livin' with it till it drops Clockwork, wheels turn, heals hurt (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah) It's like clockwork, backwards Tired of sittin', livin' with it till it drops Can't run from what I'm made of But why can't I Identify with parts that I'm supposed to recognize? I got a tight grip on the listen This time I won't let it go Until I let it go, then it goes Air's gettin' grey now I see it on the way down Ah, yeah It's pickin' up the pace now It's quicker on the way down, ooh It's like clockwork Wheels turn, heals hurt (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah) It's like clockwork, backwards Tired of sittin', livin' with it till it drops Clockwork, wheels turn, heals hurt (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah) It's like clockwork, backwards Tired of sittin', livin' with it till it drops Woah, ah Oh-oh Tired of sittin', livin' with it till it drops Oh-oh-ah Oh-oh Tired of sittin', livin' with it till it drops It's like clockwork Wheels turn, heals hurt (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah) It's like clockwork, backwards Tired of sittin', livin' with it till it drops Clockwork, wheels turn, heals hurt (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah) It's like clockwork, backwards Tired of sittin', livin' with it till it drops
Writer(s): Greg Kurstin, Alessia Caracciolo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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