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Burn wurde am 14. August 2026 von Community Music als Teil des Albums The Aftermath veröffentlicht
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Songtexte

She said “can I come home?”
he could hear the lighter flicker
Another rush to the dome,
As her words became thicker,
For her to spit out,
She’ll never be the same,
As the girl he once knew,
Who was lost in the fame,
Another night on the couch,
He couldn’t sleep a wink,
A 50 gram in a pouch,
Mixed that with a drink,
But it won’t fix the hurt,
She’s already gone,
She’s the homecoming queen,
If she ever came home,
It’s all an addiction, it’s all a curse
If you wanted a rush, it’s in your purse
Next to the last two tickets home
You’ll run rock in the wounds on a backstreet deal
The pain is feeling you cannot heal
Maybe you won’t learn
Maybe you won’t learn
the last time you wanna burn
he didn’t answer your calls,
you’ve outworn your welcome,
maybe he’s found balls,
your stay was seldom,
and you didn’t need him right?
At least you don’t think you did,
You light up one more time,
Maybe he’s off the grid,
His phone rings again,
For the eighteenth time,
The tortures overwhelming,
Its past his bedtime,
He grabs it slowly,
Maybe it’s the cops,
To tell him she’s gone wild,
And ran from the docks,
It’s all an addiction, it’s all a curse
If you wanted a rush, it’s in your purse
Next to the last two tickets home
You’ll run rock in the wound on a backstreet deal
The pain is feeling you cannot heal
Maybe you won’t learn
Maybe you won’t learn
the last time you wanna burn
the final time
this time I promise you
if I call again
it’ll be my breakthrough
and when I make it big
I’ll come and find you
not just to brag
but to despise you
she never called again
the cops were there at 6 A.M.
they found her by the docks
another failed detox
with a note in her palm
which ran blue cold
the letter you sent
with tickets too old
It’s all an addiction, it’s all a curse
If you wanted a rush, it’s in your purse
Next to the last two tickets home
You’ll run rock in the wounds on a backstreet deal
The pain is feeling you cannot heal
Maybe you won’t learn
Maybe you won’t learn
the last time you wanna burn
Written by: Wade Forster
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