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• Artiste: Better Luck Next Time
• Titre: Carry On
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It's 2 AM in bed and thoughts run through her head Shes never been alone and rarely stayed at home Shes always out with him; the nights would never end All alone at school looking like a fool, where's her boyfriend at; she's nothing without that What are they gonna say? You wonder what it's like to be cool Well no one here will ever lie to you It's time you carry on from all those games you play and all those things you've ever said that brings me back to why I don't wanna go home Back to all this anguish, back to those simple days in May All which led to reasons why I don't wanna go home She had to get away and just the other day I saw her at a show, I never thought shed go She looked so innocent; I knew what this had meant She grabbed my hand and out the door we ran, took me to her car and wanted to go far She really was fucked up We lay here in this mess of a battlefield of reaching for endings and misunderstandings for what we used to call a road that wed walk on back to home A thought for every shattered memory wed mend with a blank stare in hopes that wed get there and now regrets have fallen into eyes far away And you wonder what it's like to be cool Well no one here will ever lie to you Cause it's time you carry on from all those games you play and all those things you've ever said that brings me back to why I don't wanna go home Back to all this anguish, back to those simple days in May All which led to reasons why I don't wanna go home