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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Amber Lamps
Amber Lamps
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Greene
Brian Greene
Songwriter
Edward Rosentel
Edward Rosentel
Songwriter

Letra

Caught late to work again, you know I really didn't wanna go When I finally got there, you know my boss didn't even show I called him later on to give him a piece of my mind He said we don't need you and I said well that's just fine Then I said Whoa, I think I just lost my job Then I said no Now I'm doing favors for the mob It is such a bitter ride And in the end we all die Then I said whoa I think I just lost my job Yeah I called my girlfriend to make sure we're still on for lunch She said you're a worthless mess so I asked her in a hunch I guess you heard the news, then, that I got myself fired She said no and told me that we're through She's just so tired of me Whoa, I think I just lost my girl Then I said no Yeah, she was my whole world It is such a bitter ride And in the end we all die Then I said whoa I think I just lost my girl Yeah Making paper planes just to pass the time in bed When my landlord knocked, well, he came in and he said I don't know where you've been, and I don't care where you went But if you think you're living here, well You gotta pay the rent Then I said Whoa, I think I just lost my house And I said no Gotta crash on my parents' couch It is such a bitter ride And in the end we all die Then I said whoa I think I just lost my house Sayin' Whoa, I think I just lost my mind Then I said no, this world's cruel and so unkind It is such a bitter ride I think we're all gonna die Then I said whoa, I think I just lost my mind Sayin' whoa
Writer(s): Brian Greene, Edward Rosentel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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