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Claire Healy
Claire Healy
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Sebastian Singh
Sebastian Singh
Songwriter:in

Lyrics

I gotta get away from here
My mind, so blind, from lies
Hidden in the wayside of the things I hear
So many nights
I tried calling
Now it all seems clear
And my eyes stay dry
When I
Think of all the faces that I used to fear
Now I don't mind
Waters churning
Houses burning
Neighbors creeping through the window after purging
Full meal on display for all the freaks to see
If they join us in our cause (guess what)
Eat for free
Raise a glass
Toast to me
Thousands years of pussy, fame and rich prosperity
Away from here
My mind, so blind, from lies
Hidden in the wayside of the things I hear
So many nights
I tried calling
Now it all seems clear
And my eyes stay dry
When I
Think of all the faces that I used to fear
Now I don't mind.
Stepping on a bus but I don't know where we're headed to
The driver's been asleep and he swore a vow of solitude
We're picking up some speed, buckle up and just enjoy the view
Left the ones we loved, hope it's pretty where we're headed to
Raise a glass
Toast to me
Thousands years of living life just like a fantasy
Away from here
My mind, so blind, from lies
Hidden in the wayside of the things I hear
So many nights
I tried calling
Now it all seems clear
And my eyes stay dry
When I
Think of all the faces that I used to fear
Now I don't mind
Bitch
Written by: Claire Healy, Sebastian Singh
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