Lyrics
I told myself, how to grow old
Social living with a lonely soul
I spend my days wearing at night
Stepping on your lonely
I can't heeeeeelp it now
Walking on the run
Make it kind of fun
Stepping on the sun
I feel like louding embaloution
We are paling the grown for conclusion
I don't believe in institution
Writer(s): Sebastian Beck Groset, Mads Bunch Johansen, Mikkel Toustrup Hansen, Jimmy Linder Mansson, Mathias Moller Jorgensen
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