Mac Wetha
Palm Sunday
I believe there's a crown in your head
But you must at least feel something, something, something, something
Oh, and to lose yourself, it's still worth nothing, nothing, nothing
But the feedback keeps getting louder, louder
Just looking by the end, credits rolling down
I hope I've been on your mind, Palm Sunday
Hope you're outside for striking a scene
I wanna lose you
Hope you don't rely on me
I don't know what I'm doing either
Can't believe it's you every day
Can't believe it's you evеry day
Hope you don't rely on me
I don't know what I'm doing еither
Can't believe it's you every day
Can't believe it's you every day
Died on your shield, I know you did
Draggin' my feet, I'm counterfeit
Might as well be my mission
I wish that I could do more
Feels like the whole world's caving in
So what's the point of arguing?
I want to talk about old times
I want to be held like a child
Just looking by the end, credits rolling down
I hope I've been on your mind, Palm Sunday
Hope you're outside for striking a scene
I wanna lose you
Hope you don't rely on me
I don't know what I'm doing either
Can't believe it's you every day
Can't believe it's you every day
Hope you don't rely on me
I don't know what I'm doing either
Can't believe it's you every day
Can't believe it's you every day
Can't believe it's you every day
Can't believe it's you every day
Can't believe it's you every day
Can't believe it's you every day
Can't believe it's you every day
Can't believe it's you every day
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