Rolling Stone Songtext
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Rolling Stone Songtext
Things aren′t making sense
Think I'll blame our ignorance
People say we live the dream
But flying high ain′t what it seems
9AM we're still awake
Had a show and got here late
But all the comfort and emotion feels fake
Woah
Maybe we should just go home
Oh, the city heart beat got us feeling just a little bit alone
We can't even tell what day it is, think we need a break
Just a rolling stone with a bright white smile on the front page
Fortune and fame don′t seem to change anything
Rags to the riches, I still feel the same thing
Ain′t it mad how much time flies?
Liquor on liquor, a quicker suppression
Cash overflow like a brand new recession
Anything to make a compromise
Woah
Maybe we should just go home
Oh, the city heart beat got us feeling just a little bit alone
We can't even tell what day it is, think we need a break
Just a rolling stone with a bright white smile on the front page
Tired of all the same conversations
Running out of false accusations
Call me a snitch, well it takes one to make one
Call me a fool but you better keep the lights on
AA still banging at my door
Started in bed but I woke up on the floor
Run a little dry, need a refill
Go take a chill pill
Woah
Maybe we should just go home
Oh, the city heart beat got us feeling just a little bit alone
We can′t even tell what day it is, think we need a break
Just a rolling stone with a bright white smile on the front page
Think I'll blame our ignorance
People say we live the dream
But flying high ain′t what it seems
9AM we're still awake
Had a show and got here late
But all the comfort and emotion feels fake
Woah
Maybe we should just go home
Oh, the city heart beat got us feeling just a little bit alone
We can't even tell what day it is, think we need a break
Just a rolling stone with a bright white smile on the front page
Fortune and fame don′t seem to change anything
Rags to the riches, I still feel the same thing
Ain′t it mad how much time flies?
Liquor on liquor, a quicker suppression
Cash overflow like a brand new recession
Anything to make a compromise
Woah
Maybe we should just go home
Oh, the city heart beat got us feeling just a little bit alone
We can't even tell what day it is, think we need a break
Just a rolling stone with a bright white smile on the front page
Tired of all the same conversations
Running out of false accusations
Call me a snitch, well it takes one to make one
Call me a fool but you better keep the lights on
AA still banging at my door
Started in bed but I woke up on the floor
Run a little dry, need a refill
Go take a chill pill
Woah
Maybe we should just go home
Oh, the city heart beat got us feeling just a little bit alone
We can′t even tell what day it is, think we need a break
Just a rolling stone with a bright white smile on the front page
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