Hudební video

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Indien
The Indien
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rianne Walther
Rianne Walther
Songwriter
Eg White
Eg White
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eg White
Eg White
Producer

Texty

I'm halfway through the door, come on, smile, just be friendly
It shouldn't be this hard, and now my body doesn't let me
This unbroken inner game, you know who gets the blame
I could've bought some flowers, but I didn't bring you any
And when exactly was the last decent song you've written?
Why don't you shut your mouth? You think it's charming, but it isn't
No gold could be enough, isn't all of this for us?
I had to let you win, it's the family tradition
Bobby
Sorry, I'm not sorry (Ooh)
Someone needs to put you down
You're no fun to be around
Taste of lemon in my mouth
You're pissing me off and that's enough from you
I'm eating pretty careful, managing my superstitions
I keep you real close, I know you're sweet, I know you're vicious
You know me very well, you know when I'm gonna fail
You make me think it's dangerous even when it isn't
Bobby (Bobby)
Sorry, I'm not sorry (Ooh, I'm not sorry)
Someone needs to put you down
You're no fun to be around
Taste of lemon in my mouth
You're pissing me off and that's enough from you (Ooh)
Bobby (Bobby)
Sorry, I'm not sorry (Ooh)
Someone needs to put you down
You're no fun to be around
Taste of lemon in my mouth
You're pissing me off
A loving thing you had to do
The closest that I get to you
I need you and you need me too
You're pissing me off
Bobby (Bobby)
Sorry, I'm not sorry (I'm not sorry)
Someone needs to put you down
You're no fun to be around (Around)
Taste of lemon in my mouth
You're pissing me off and that's enough from you
Written by: Eg White, Francis White, Rianne Walther
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