Thrupence, Edward Vanzet - Conversations текст песни

Some place I belong
Not waking up in empty beds alone
Some mornings get me down
Reality sends my head spinning around
At times it gets too much
Just the world, being and search
It makes you wanna steal a car
Drive so goddamn fast and far
And what am I supposed to do?
I’m shot to hell for you
And what am I supposed to do?
I’m shot to hell for you
On your own
On your own
Some place I belong
Not waking up in empty beds alone
Some mornings get me down
Reality sends my head spinning around
I’ve been having a conversation with myself every day
How ya doin'? How’s ya pain?
When’s your mind gon' rearrange?
Boy, oh boy
And what am I supposed to do?
I’m shot to hell for you
And what am I supposed to do?
I’m shot to hell for you
And what am I supposed to do?
Conversations on your own
Conversations on your own
Conversations on your own
Conversations on your own
Conversations on your own
Conversations on your own
Conversations on your own
Conversations on your own
Where’s your mind go when you’re on your own?
Where’s your mind go when you’re on your own?
Where’s your mind go when you’re on your own?
Where’s your mind go when you’re on your own?
Where’s your mind go when you’re on your own?
And what am I supposed to do?
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