Texty

I know exactly what you're gonna say Words on your tongue, they're trying to run away (they're running away) I'm just trying to make it through another day Get out of my face Get out of my face I know exactly what you're gonna do With all the shit you said that wasn't true (None of it's true) When's everybody gonna get a clue We're all the same? So I'm moving my wife and son out to the islands (ooh) To start a new life where the weather is nice all day I, I am done with this fucking city I, I am done with the fucking shitty Lies and the knives that they're throwing my way, ay I, I am done with this fucking city I, I am done fucking sitting pretty I, I am done, and I'm going away, ay I'm going away I'm going away (ooh-ooh-ooh) The paparazzi on the boulevard The hot producer in his fancy car (He'll make you a star) Then run you over when you drop your guard And take it away So I'm moving my wife and son out to the islands (ooh) To start a new life where the weather is nice all day I, I am done with this fucking city I, I am done with the fucking shitty Lies and the knives that they're throwing my way, ay I, I am done with this fucking city I, I am done fucking sitting pretty I, I am done, and I'm going away, way Yeah, I'm going away I'm going away I'm going away I'm going away (Fuck this place!) Go on and say what you were gonna say It's black and white but you made it grey You are the predator and I'm the prey Trying to escape So I'm going away! I, I am done with this fucking city I, I am done with the fucking shitty Lies and the knives that they're throwing my way, ay I, I am done with this fucking city I, I am done fucking sitting pretty I, I am done, and I'm going away, way Yeah, I'm going away I'm going away, going away
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