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Testo Did You Hear About Your Friends In California
Testo Did You Hear About Your Friends In California
Well, did your first love leave you thinking,
the summer air would never taste the same?
And after months that you spend sinking,
you swear you'll never feel that way again.
But, aren't you just so tired, tired of sleeping alone?
The whole world's on fire, fire and you can feel it in your bones.
But, trust me,
it gets hard enough to just breathe without you here.
I traded best friends in for distance and a sense of something real.
But, I could never change the way you make me feel.
I'd rather bury myself alive than watch you,
bury yourself in someone else's wasted time,
'cause we were never wastin' time.
I've become so disconnected.
I'm not exactly sure who's to blame.
But, I've been thinkin' it's got something
to do with the fact that everyone I know feels the same.
Yeah, everybody's only makin' up for lost time, makin' up for lost time. While I'm stuck at the part where I can't figure just what to do with mine.
But, trust me,
there's still no place that I'd rather be than right here.
I traded best friends in for distance and a sense of something real.
But, I could never change the way you make me feel.
I'd rather bury myself alive than watch you,
bury yourself in someone else's wasted time,
'cause we were never wastin' time.
And I've been takin' this slow
making sure everyone knows
exactly what you're missing, just exactly what I'm missing.
If I'm a melancholy work of art, you're what's tearing away and down my heart.
One day I'll cut this whole world loose and I'll feel free again.
I traded best friends in for distance and a sense of something real.
But, I could never change the way you make me feel.
I'd rather bury myself alive than watch you,
bury yourself in someone else's wasted time,
'cause we were never wastin' time.
the summer air would never taste the same?
And after months that you spend sinking,
you swear you'll never feel that way again.
But, aren't you just so tired, tired of sleeping alone?
The whole world's on fire, fire and you can feel it in your bones.
But, trust me,
it gets hard enough to just breathe without you here.
I traded best friends in for distance and a sense of something real.
But, I could never change the way you make me feel.
I'd rather bury myself alive than watch you,
bury yourself in someone else's wasted time,
'cause we were never wastin' time.
I've become so disconnected.
I'm not exactly sure who's to blame.
But, I've been thinkin' it's got something
to do with the fact that everyone I know feels the same.
Yeah, everybody's only makin' up for lost time, makin' up for lost time. While I'm stuck at the part where I can't figure just what to do with mine.
But, trust me,
there's still no place that I'd rather be than right here.
I traded best friends in for distance and a sense of something real.
But, I could never change the way you make me feel.
I'd rather bury myself alive than watch you,
bury yourself in someone else's wasted time,
'cause we were never wastin' time.
And I've been takin' this slow
making sure everyone knows
exactly what you're missing, just exactly what I'm missing.
If I'm a melancholy work of art, you're what's tearing away and down my heart.
One day I'll cut this whole world loose and I'll feel free again.
I traded best friends in for distance and a sense of something real.
But, I could never change the way you make me feel.
I'd rather bury myself alive than watch you,
bury yourself in someone else's wasted time,
'cause we were never wastin' time.
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