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Tax
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Tax fue publicado el 17 de agosto de 2026 por Sam Sample Records LLC como parte del álbum Tax - Single
Released17 de agosto de 2026
SelloSam Sample Records LLC
IdiomaEnglish
BPM104
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía

Vídeo musical

Vídeo musical

Letras

Six years it feels so fast, to see your face at last
Nothings changed if you forgot, or moved past, anyways
Can't sit in my room too long
I'll see those pictures on the wall
And If I could, I'd never go back at all
It's fine these days, Now we're sideways
I guess it's a tax of the times
Payment to get out of line
Didn't mean to leave behind
Your prime just wasn't mine
Looks like you keep moving your way
Wish that you had let me stay
I'll never understand the way you flipped
And cast it all–
In the halls, kitchen towel on the window pane
Sneaking out, meet the boys at the next tailgate
Hate your mom, popped a tire, lit a bottle on fire
It's not my task to choose
But look at what you lose
Know I was not a perfect friend
But who is at 17?
Never asked 'bout loyalty
Or "supposed to be's,"
I don't do that anymore
Price tag that shook me to the core
What's it all for if not worth living for?
Can't go back anymore
All those essays, lost in your maze
I guess it's a tax of the times
Payment to get out of line
Didn't mean to leave behind
Your prime just wasn't mine
Looks like you keep moving your way
I wish that you had let me stay
I'll never understand the way you flipped
And cast it all–
In the halls
Kitchen towel in the window pane
Sneaking out, meet the boys
At the next tailgate
Hate your mom, popped a tire
Lit a bottle on fire
It's not my task to choose
But look at what you lose
And why me? I ask myself
Staring at your no reply
I'm trying, cause that's what
Friends forever means to me
I'm lying, say I don't care
Of course I care
Live here, live there
Never left home, never leave home
Never go back anymore
I guess it's a tax of the times
Payment to get out of line
Didn't mean to leave behind
Your prime just wasn't mine
Looks like you keep moving your way
I wish that you had let me stay
I'll never understand
The way you flipped and cast it all–
In the halls
Kitchen towel in the window pane
Sneaking out
Meet the boys at the next tailgate
Hate your mom
Popped a tire, lit a bottle on fire
It's not my task to choose
But look at what you lose
It's not my task to choose
Written by: Sam Sample
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