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Say I′m leaving
Yes, I mean it
I done did what I could do
I might flee and
Try out being
Someone you would never choose
Oh, soft peel
I'll sift
I′ll run
Hold me still
I'll fight
I'll cry
I′ll hum
A young man making his money
An ′82 Chevy with a V8
Nothing makes sense and it's funny
Everybody here is gonna decay
The priests and the aliens fear you
Everyone knows where to go now
It seems I got a hole in my chest
I gotta learn how to clean things
And I gotta learn how to rest
Don′t go
Tell me who's in charge here
Where′s the boss?
I'm pleading
I ain′t doing nothing until she and I start speaking
Whisper in my good ear
So I can't hear them leaving
Baby, all this touching feeling
Got me overthinking
And I don't care who did it
I just need an answer
Tonight I found my shit all ′cross the floor
Asking for ransom
Says I don′t give a damn, son
You got a grudge
And you always will have one
Who made you angry but me and your actions
A young man making his money
An '82 Chevy with a V8
Nothing makes sense and it′s funny
Everybody here is gonna decay
The priests and the aliens fear you
Everyone knows where to go now
I got a hole in my chest
I gotta learn how to clean things
And I gotta learn how to rest
Yes, I mean it
I done did what I could do
I might flee and
Try out being
Someone you would never choose
Oh, soft peel
I'll sift
I′ll run
Hold me still
I'll fight
I'll cry
I′ll hum
A young man making his money
An ′82 Chevy with a V8
Nothing makes sense and it's funny
Everybody here is gonna decay
The priests and the aliens fear you
Everyone knows where to go now
It seems I got a hole in my chest
I gotta learn how to clean things
And I gotta learn how to rest
Don′t go
Tell me who's in charge here
Where′s the boss?
I'm pleading
I ain′t doing nothing until she and I start speaking
Whisper in my good ear
So I can't hear them leaving
Baby, all this touching feeling
Got me overthinking
And I don't care who did it
I just need an answer
Tonight I found my shit all ′cross the floor
Asking for ransom
Says I don′t give a damn, son
You got a grudge
And you always will have one
Who made you angry but me and your actions
A young man making his money
An '82 Chevy with a V8
Nothing makes sense and it′s funny
Everybody here is gonna decay
The priests and the aliens fear you
Everyone knows where to go now
I got a hole in my chest
I gotta learn how to clean things
And I gotta learn how to rest
Writer(s): Ethan William Regan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
