Kids

Hold me, on my troublesome days when I feel lonely
I hear my brothers calling
From the ocean, before the weekend
We are living bitter-sweet

'Cause late nights, it's the party and
The bills we pay in the morning
I hate the high and lows, we call a week
I wish we shred it all apart
Find the way to find our adolescence for our inner peace

Tell me, pretty well, as it keep me from running
Into tide while my head starts rushing
Tell me the good, always bad in the end

'Cause late nights, it's the party and
The bills we pay in the morning
I hate the high and lows, we call a week
I wish we shred it all apart
Find a way to find our adolescence
For our inner peace

(When we were kids)
(When we were kids)
(When we were kids)



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Leijte
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