Tacoma

If I was born a rich man, I'd sell my father's name
'Cause all that I hold on to gets forgotten just the same
And if you don't mind me asking, it was something that you said
On the outskirts of Tacoma, that's been stuck inside my head
Out on the outskirts of Tacoma, you got stuck inside my head

You said, "Don't worry, it doesn't have to be so hard"
Your worrying is only gonna rip you apart
Don't worry, it doesn't have to be so hard
Your worrying is only gonna rip you apart
It's only gonna rip you apart

Maybe I should pack my things and the bags beneath my eyes
And head out on the highway, tape on the engine lights
And if you don't mind me asking, it was something that you said
On the outskirts of Tacoma, that's been stuck inside my head
Out on the outskirts of Tacoma, you got stuck inside my head

You said, "Don't worry, it doesn't have to be so hard"
Your worrying is only gonna rip you apart
Don't worry, it doesn't have to be so hard
Your worrying is only gonna rip you apart

Don't worry, it doesn't have to be so hard
Your worrying is only gonna rip you apart
Don't worry, it doesn't have to be so hard
Your worrying is only gonna rip you apart

It's only gonna rip you apart
It's only gonna rip you apart
It's only gonna rip you apart



Credits
Writer(s): Ian William Hooper, Craig Saunders, Claudio Donzelli, Eduard Pancrazio Prosek
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