Lyrics

Moved to the city, kept myself busy making money Chasing dreams like a junky, feeling pretty lonely A common hazard of the LA territory Hard knock life taught me not to need anybody Hold my aces close, I don't believe, we just get lucky It could be tricky trying to fit you in this story (oh-oh, oh-oh) You make me feel like a fool Cause you make me break all my rules (you make me break all) A goodbye on the tip of my tongue I've got my shoes tied and i'm ready to run But I Keep coming back this must be serious Serious, serious (oh-oh, oh-oh) One foot out the door, one hand on the gun I make my escape before it's even begun But I keep coming back this must be serious Serious, serious (oh-oh, oh-oh) See the neon lights in your eyes, stop looking at me You think you've got me figured out, this is not a movie I've spent my life building walls, you won't break them Trust me (oh-oh, oh-oh) You make me feel like a fool Cause you make me break all my rules A goodbye on the tip of my tongue I've got my shoes tied and i'm ready to run But I keep coming back this must be serious Serious, serious (oh-oh, oh-oh) One foot out the door, one hand on the gun I make my escape before it's even begun But I keep coming back this must be serious Serious, serious (oh-oh, oh-oh) I like your more than I like to admit It's not a big deal, maybe it is I like you more than I like to admit It's not a big deal, maybe it is Serious A goodbye on the tip of my tongue I've got my shoes tied and i'm ready to run But I keep coming back this must be serious Serious, serious (oh-oh, oh-oh) One foot out the door, one hand on the gun I make my escape before it's even begun But I keep coming back this must be serious Serious, serious (oh-oh, oh-oh)
Writer(s): Bård Mathias Bonsaksen, Lieuwe Roonder, Madilyn Bailey Wold, Sivert Hjeltnes Hagtvet Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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