Seething through my teeth, a
lightweight, the bubbles never dry,
boiling up to get the hell out.
Sorting through my life I find,
a place to live I always cry,
boiling up to get the hell out.
You always get away, with words
you always sing the same thing
cause i feel alive in hell what i sing, yeah
Seating 5 the people, you said that you never
had to wait
i wanna get where you are
You always get away, with words
you always sing the same
The bubbles inside they follow the line
where you are

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