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call my own
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Isabel Pless
Isabel Pless
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isabel Pless
Isabel Pless
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Georgia Parker
Georgia Parker
Producer

Letra

I kinda hope the billionaires will stay in space And I hope that I will finish my degree I look so much like my father, it's like he hit copy and paste And I stole my mother's personality I've been reading romance of late Hoping I can scrounge some faith But all that I've found is I'm alone I should've known that I'm prone to feeling strange Up and down and out of place I just want one thing to call my own, call my own My little brother is three inches taller than me And he just knocks whenever I sing too loud I think high school might've been a fever dream I'm so much better that it's over now I can feel my morals sink in Dig their claws under my skin Whenever I fall prey to jealous doubts I know all about being prone to feeling strange Up and down and out of place I just want one thing to call my own, call my own Ah-ah-ah-ah I never claimed to be an old soul My wisdom comes in turn And I think I've overthought every lesson I've ever learned I keep my chin up and my head down I hope karma comes around And I hope that I've done good enough To be happy with how things turn out I've been reading romance of late Hoping I can scrounge some faith But all that I've found is I'm alone I should've known that I'm prone to feeling strange Up and down and out of place I just want one thing to call my own, call my own
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