The Road

It's Friday night And I would kill
For a chance to drive right out of here
For a long time coz I don't have much going on
I know I'm not organized and I feel so paralysed
So I need this I can't resist

Then you show up and your saying sorry
Now I'm leaving and I'm in a hurry
Nothing you say can make me stay so I'll be on my way
I've got nothing left to show so you know
I'm not coming home

Passing unfamiliar signs trying to stay between the lines
Driving in the dark of night trying to keep myself alive
I know I'm not organized and I feel so paralysed
And I need this I can't resist

Then you show up and your saying sorry
Now I'm leaving and I'm in a hurry
Nothing you say can make me stay so I'll be on my way
I've got nothing left to show so you know
I'm not coming home
I'm not coming home



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Writer(s): Fake News
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