Testi
If rumour is always right and the truth is lies
Then they're starting to sound alike
Yeah I've lost sight
4 A.m. My friends still high
Echoing promises
You wish your body thin
Based on trashy magazines
I just can't relate
So you could call this what it is
And kill me
If you can get around to it
So you could call this what it is
And kill me
If you can get around to it
You're coming on 25
And your cousins nine
But you're starting to sound alike
Yeah words in line
6 A.m. My friends still high, echoing promises
You can say you wanna
A man lifted from a magazine
Please don't hesitate
So you could call this what it is
And kill me
If you can get around to it
So you could call this what it is
And kill me
If you can get around to it
You can take some time if it's what you need
Run and fuck my friends if it helps you sleep
But could you call this what it is and kill me?
If you can get around to it
Writer(s): Jack Sails, Daniel George Parkin, Mark Lee Hayton, James Craig, George Craig, Rupert Philip Lyddon
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