rotterdam

I had a dream
Me and my friend we were in a magazine
On the front page
The cover
and we looked so good
In that glossy paper
Got ourselves a space in the trophy case
With the last ones to get it like us

Another distraction calling me
I spent a lot of time now my wallet's empty
Yeah, I should've known better
Then what's the point of playing it low key?
Turn the camera on you, your heart right on your sleeve
It didn't mean much, in the end
Bleeding easy
I was seated directly
It was free and easy
Yeah I was sleep
and treason's free
So I ain't go no fucking respect
To work for you
I think I'd rather die

Doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo
Singing a happy song

I had a dream
Me and my friend we were in a magazine
On the front page
The cover



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Friars-funkhouser
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