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Kishore Kumar Hits — Comfort Club - 20s текст песни

Исполнитель: Comfort Club

альбом: 20s

Got a car with nowhere to park it
And I'm getting awful sick of parking tickets
Just want an apartment
To hang my art in
Sick of parting with it
How long until my world starts making sense?
I'm sick of coming home to all this emptiness
How long until my walls stop caving in?
'Cause I'm lost as fuck in my 20s
Nothing's adding up, and I'm running out of places to run
I'm sick of dead ends and losing my friends
No, nothing makes sense
In my 20s
♪
Learned the hard way
Through headaches and heartbreak
That being alone just means
That love hasn't found me yet
And still on my worst days
I know that the pain I've felt
Is far behind me
How long until my world starts making sense?
I'm sick of coming home to all this emptiness
How long until my walls stop caving in?
'Cause I'm lost as fuck in my 20s
Nothing's adding up, and I'm running out of places to run
I'm sick of dead ends and losing my friends
No, nothing makes sense
In my 20s
♪
'Cause I'm lost as fuck in my 20s
Nothing's adding up, and I'm running out of places to run
I'm sick of dead ends and losing my friends
No, nothing makes sense
In my 20s

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