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I talk to the walls and then I talk to God Yeah, I talk it through No, you're not in the room But sometimes darling I even talk to you Wish I didn't care nearly as much as I do Wanna never give a fuck like people that I look up to But I'd like to think that they maybe give a damn Otherwise, they wouldn't make art that I understand Otherwise, they wouldn't do shit that makes me a fan I don't wanna cry over spilled milk It's not like I can drink it now I don't wanna try for your help Your love or your approval It's not useful... If it's not free If it's not free If it's not free If it's not free I look at the stars and I look through the dark Yeah, I look at you No, I don't mean to sit alone on a Friday and look so blue Wish I didn't cry nearly as much as I do Be a hard motherfucker like the people that I look up to But I'd like to think that they sometimes feel this bad Otherwise, they wouldn't make art that I understand Otherwise, they wouldn't do shit that makes me a fan I don't wanna cry over spilled milk It's not like I can drink it now I don't wanna try for your help Your love or your approval It's not useful... If it's not free If it's not free If it's not free If it's not free I talk to the walls and I talk to you (free) I talk to the walls and I talk to you (free) I talk to the walls and I talk to you (free) I talk to the walls and I talk to you
Writer(s): Nate Donmoyer, James Bookert, Raissa Pedrayes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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