Girl, what are you saying?
I’m a complicated book of scars not to be fooled of
You can call it a fiction, whatever you like
Boy, what are you saying?
Pointy fingers felt like guns, loaded straight to my head
We’re all roses and daisies, born in a fire
Guns, beer, whiskey
Dancing to myself oh, hell of a life surviving
Guns, beer, whiskey
Camping in a cell what a joyful life, I ain’t hiding
Strangers we were never life of the party
Strangers snowy summer in Arizona
Strangers we were never life of the party
Strangers snowy summer in Arizona
Ma, what are you saying?
I just killed a boy inside me, had to make a big change
Dad, how does it end?
I’m losing track of where I am, it’s so hard to be brave
We’re all roses and daisies, born in fire and ashes
Guns, beer, whiskey
Dancing to myself oh, hell of a life of survivors
Guns, beer, whiskey
Camping in a cell what a joyful life of desire
Strangers we were never life of the party
Strangers snowy summer in Arizona
Strangers we were never life of the party
Strangers snowy summer in Arizona
We all die lying
Leave the world different from the child we were
It tears me apart
I’m still on a mission
What a hell of a life we’ve all been through
You and I, we are
Strangers we were never life of the party
Strangers snowy summer in Arizona
Strangers we were never life of the party
Strangers snowy summer in Arizona
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Source: genie
Romanised by JHnimm
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