Eyes rolled back, I guess we were living fast
Where did you go, yeah where did you go?
Your eyes go to show
It was so rare to see you sober
The streetlights would carry us home
I'd spent my nights trying to get a grip of you
I did my best to get my hands under your jacket
So we could make a racket
Your divine ribs would help break mine
We hit the ground, so let's hit the ground
Nothing's alright, believe me
I say I won't feel the same in the mornings
Nothing's alright, we're leaving
I won't feel the same in the mornings
Tyrants helped build us
They won't mind throwing us away
Tyrants helped build us
Then they won't mind throwing us away
Tyrants helped build us
They won't mind throwing us away
Tyrants helped build us
Then they won't mind throwing us away
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