Tyrants

Eyes rolled back guess we were living fast

Where did you go, yeah where did you go?

Your eyes go to show, that it was so rare to see you sober

And so the streetlights would carry us home

I spent my nights trying to get a grip of you

And I did my best to get my hands up your jacket

So we could make a racket

But your divine ribs would help break mine

We hit the ground yeah let's hit the ground

Nothing's alright, get leavin'

I won't feel the same in the mornin'

Nothing's alright, we're leavin

And I won't feel the same in the mornin'

And I know that I've done wrong

And I know I should've come home to you

And I know that I've done wrong

And I know I should've come home to you

Tyrants help build us

They won't mind throwin us away

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