Lyrics

I don't wanna start a band I wanna start a family I don't want a follow back I wanna follow through I don't really know where I put those 15 minutes I found But it doesn't really matter as long as you're around Lit up hot on a TV screen Cryin' to strangers about my dreams Drinkin' champagne on my own Scrollin' through pictures on a telephone In a hotel room If I could get those 15 back I'd give 'em to you I don't wanna take your time I wanna take your weekends I don't wanna hold you back I wanna hold your hand I don't really know where I put those 15 minutes I found But it doesn't really matter as long as you're around Oh, a star to watch on your magazine page But stars, you know, they live so far away Drinkin' champagne on their own Scrollin' through pictures on a telеphone In a hotel room If I could get thosе 15 back I'd give 'em to you I know you think you want it You're sure it's worth the big trade But take it from one that's lived it Nothin' is better, nothin' is better Than the love we just made Seekin' stories is a noble cause But seekin' fame will leave you lost Drinkin' champagne on your own Scrollin' through pictures on a telephone In a hotel room If I could get those 15 back If I could get those 15 back If I could get those 15 back I'd give 'em to you
Writer(s): Emily Rebecca Kinney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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