
I heard you cried last night.
mood like a pendulum.
hates to see dust.
shut up if you think you're cute.
pick up a book, moron!
title: give me a little space The Killers - Sam's Town Nobody ever had a dream 'round hereBut I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me Nobody ever pulls the seams 'round here But I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me I've got this energy beneath my feet Like something underground's gonna come up and carry me I've got this sentimental heart that beats But I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me now Why do you waste my time Is the answer To the question on your mind And I'm sick of all my judges So scared of what they'll find But I know that I can make it As long as somebody takes me home Every now and then Well, have you ever seen the light? Have you ever seen the light? I took a shuttle on a shockwave ride When people on the pan Pull a trigger for accolades I took a bullet and I looked inside And running through my veins An American masquerade I still remember Grandma Dixie's wake I've never really known anybody that died before Red, white, and blue upon a birthday cake My brother he was born on the Fourth of July and that's all So why do you waste my time Is the answer To the question on your mind And I'm sick of all my judges They're so scared of lettin' me shine But I know that I can make it As long as somebody takes me home Every now and then Every now and then You know, I see London I see Sam's Town Holds my hand out Lets my hair down Rolls that world right Off my shoulder I see London I see Sam's Town Now Labels: life, music, the killers |
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