Cleaned Out

I wake up and I make up my mind coz I know that
I messed up all things that I left behind
I reach out and I make up things that I don't know why
I don't know what to make of this
There a lot of late nights

I reached out
And now I clean out
And I rather be by myself
Cause of everything I gave up for you
And I don't know why
I don't know why

I think about all the things I don't know, don't know to say
Don't know why I can't break anything that you can't mend
Now I don't know what I'm going to do without it and I'm
Reading out loud in my messed up mind
I'm cleaning out

And I'll
I'll reach you
And I'll get through
And I make up so many thoughts
And I don't know much
And I don't know much
And I don't know how to rule this out

Mm-mh-mh
yeah-yea-yeah

I don't know why I can't make up these things
And I don't know why I am far from home
And I'm,
And I'm, I'm a get you,
And I'm
I'm a real love
I'm a real love, babe
I'm a real love
And I don't know what I am

And I'll get drunk
And I don't know why
I can ever leave you
with
with nothing
with nothing
with nothing yeah of my mind

Hey-ya,
And I'm a get drunk

Oh-oh yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Hendrik J Henk Kemkes, Lambertus A A Berd Ruttenberg, Michael J Willemsen, Paulus Paul Jonker, Elsa B Bekman, Bas I Vries De, Thomas A De Jong, Coen De Vries
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