17 Songtext
von yourcodenameis:milo

Get rid of your fever
I should give it up and spit it out
Can′t find my own, join your crowd
I'm a loser, go to make my tracks

Fluorescent lies, hope filled blues
I ended up with broken past
The room would swell, I′m in bloom
Confuse me first, consume me last

Please get away from your disco crown


Days we've taken all for granted, all for granted now
On days I cannot wait to pretend again and again
We could last forever

There's hell for the tourist photo call
To capture the moment when you fall

Please get away from your disco crown
Your disco crown

Please get away from your disco crown
Your disco crown

Days we′ve taken all for granted
Days we′ve taken all for granted

Days we've taken all for granted, all for granted now
On days I cannot wait to pretend again, again
That we could last forever