Enough

Ask the Pope
Yeah, I bet he's got tonnes of hope
But it's cool, man's got issues
Pass the tissues and go...

(Get up) Oooh (They can't do this)
(Get up) Oooh (They can't do this)

Settle me down
Turn that frown upside down
Turn around, tell me you're proud of the issues
Pass the tissues and go...

(Get up) Oooh (They can't do this)
(Get up) Oooh (They can't do this)

I better not [?] them over
'Cause I ain't without a doubt
My stomach's heading south
And I still feel mad about it

(Get up, they can't do this)
(Get up)
(Get up) Oooh (They can't do this)
(Get up) Oooh (They can't do this)
(Get up) Oooh (They can't do this)
(Get up) Oooh (They can't do this)
(Get up) Oooh (They can't do this)
(Get up) Oooh (They can't do this)
(Get up) Oooh (They can't do this)
(Get up) Oooh (They can't do this)
(Get up) Oooh (They can't do this)
(Get up) Oooh (They can't do this)
(Get up)



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Writer(s): Ewan Andrew Merrett, Callum James Merrett
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