You don't wanna know what's really going on
You just wanna say you knew it in the end
When you're shaken up from a withdrawal
You'll be begging just to start again
Facing yesterday, your weakest suit
Empty pockets, a broken poker face
Goodbye Mother, Father, now my Brothers
Twenty twenty if we can start again
She's a fucking risk taker
When you're not around
Like a backward letter
Printed in a book
White noise into silence
When did you stop thinking for yourself?
It's no easier to do it now then it was then
It's no easier to do it now then it was then
Place your porcelain on a raging bull
She's a fucking risk taker
Like a backward letter
When did you stop thinking for yourself?
White noise into silence
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