Fight of your life
Black market radio
She said, "you'd probably hate l.a.",
And then the phone went dead...
3000 miles of yellow lines, to feed my
Guilty head...
And then the phone went dead...
3000 miles of yellow lines, to feed my
Guilty head...
You don't know what to feel. you don't
Know what to fake. you don't know what
Is real...
The truth can only lie, the truth must
Lie in promisses...
Broken vows and broken dreams with eyes
That tell the truth that words can't say...
"if you don't know love, you don't know
Anything", she said...
Have you found and lost your way,
How would you even know...
Can you bring back yesterday, with the
Promisses you made? you're so good at
Promisses...
Broken vows and broken smiles with eyes
That tell the truth that words can't say...
One more time i get her on the line
To here her say...
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