歌词

Oh that's what they really talk about Behind closed doors If All you want is reason Save it for your season Hide behind your plaster Fender Stratocaster Everybody walks Everybody talks like me I am running To the station You are wasting Our vacation Getting farther away Farther and farther away I am running To the station You are wasting Our vacation Getting farther away Farther and farther away I can see that your a Razor In the rain Hanging out outside the window pane You wear black shirt white shirt Any old shirt will do You ask me something I know very well But I can not tell you Because only when I'm dreaming I make my money scheming I'm just dealing with some real shit Everybody walks Everybody talks like me I am running To the station You are wasting Our vacation Getting farther away Farther and farther away I am running To the station You are wasting Our vacation Getting farther away Farther and farther away Oh that's what they really talk about Behind closed doors
Writer(s): Jonathan Rado Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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