I am leaving in a pack of cigarettes
My neighbour is always complaining
I am singing too loud, but now I see
the crowd at the concert is loving me.
The bumpy roads are killing me
The lumpy words are healing me
Now I see what I've done right
And that you had no right.
My neighbour is always complaining
I am singing too loud, but now I see
the crowd at the concert is loving me.
The bumpy roads are killing me
The lumpy words are healing me
Now I see what I've done right
And that you had no right.
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