I see my self in the mirror
Can't find the stuff to clear my
Glitter soul, punches through the door
Desperate to pull the trigger
Neon lights to make my
Dark home, glow home
Dead miles and dirty sheets
Red wine and limousines
I'm home, home
Oh, oh
Bring me back my young
Seventeen, seventeen under
Bring me back my young
Punch through, this raging thunder
I'm tired of this back seat love
And neon lights
I used to be the right guy
I, miss the right guy
Alarm clock wakes up to the heat
I struggle hard to find my feet
And kick life in it's knees
Covered in mud up to the waist
Red wine, still limousines
I'm home
Oh, oh
Bring me back my young
Seventeen, seventeen under
Bring me back my young
Punch through, this raging thunder
I'm tired of this back seat love
And neon lights
I used to be the right guy, I

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