Here Comes Everyone

There is no us, there is only I
Dropped like a tear from my mother's eye
Mother do you know your son at all?
He's looking for the things he'll never find
Talks too much about suicide
Who can tell what's on his mind?
Here comes everyone
You live fast, die young
You leave a good looking corpse
I'm only joking of course
He's gonna ride out of here on a big white horse
Like some poetic whore
Here comes everyone
Could you love him?
Would he love you?
Could you love him?
Would he love you?
Could you love him?
Would he love you?
Could you love him?
Would he love you?
Could you love him?
Would he love you?
Could you love him?
Would he love you?
Could you love him?
Would he love you?
Could you, could you, could you

Here comes everyone



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Richard Gilks, Miles Stephen Hunt, Malcolm Roy Treece, Martin Bell, Paul Clifford
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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