Every little time that you spend worrying, I know that you feel the air you breathe is
not enough.
Pretend you're someone else, poor boy, you won't have your stuff until late night, eat
your phone, go back.
I can tell by the way you talk, I can feel it when you lie, it's your party boy, let's
This is not the end, this is not the end, my friend.
Every little time that you spend worrying, singing all those great desires that if you
can't require, you gotta keep on going, keep on going, even though you know this time's
your friend's a heart of fire.
I can tell by the way you talk, I can feel it when you lie, it's your party boy, let's
This is not the end, this is not the end, my friend.
This is not the end, this is not the end, my friend.
I can tell by the way you talk, I can feel it when you lie, it's your party boy, let's
This is not the end, this is not the end, my friend.
