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Topsongs van Soft Boiled

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Roger Hutchins
Roger Hutchins
Songwriter
Aniela Sobel
Aniela Sobel
Songwriter

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I tried to drink it away I tried to lift my finger And put it on the pulse Of what I'm trying to feel When you talk about what you figured out And you figured out there's not a lot to talk about Or think about In your early mid-late thirties When you talk about what you figured out And you figured out there's not a lot to talk about Or think about In your early mid-late thirties Ah ah ah-ah Ah ah ah-ah Ah-ah When I'm tired of thinking I have found a clue About what the hell I'm really trying to do Quit pretending this'll all make sense in time Because nothing ever goes away And nothing ever stays the same You wanna talk about what you figured out But you figured out there's not a lot to talk about Or think about In your early mid-late thirties You wanna talk about what you figured out But you figured out there's not a lot to talk about Or think about You just drink your poor self around And you're scared as fuck that time's run out In your early mid-late thirties Early mid-late thirties Ah ah ah-ah Ah ah ah-ah Ah-ah You wanna talk about what you figured out But you figured out there's not a lot to talk about Or think about You just drink your poor self around And you're scared as fuck that time's run out In your early mid-late thirties Early mid-late thirties
Writer(s): Aniela Sobel, Roger Hutchins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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