Dang We're On Fire Why All Your Friends Mean Nothing
I'm not, the same, I used to be
She took, my heart, and ran from me
Get your bags packed- 20 sac
Here we go, we're leavin' tonight
We'll hit, the road, with stops and gos-
Ignoring the signs and direction of home
Get your bags packed- 20 sac
We'll be barely breathin' tonight
Even though you're under the weather
You say you're not, but I'm getting better
Oh-oh, oh!
But you know I'm not, the same, when you tell me you're sorry
I gave, my best, when you, were down
I called, the shots; you shot, me down
So get your bags packed- 20 sac
I'll be getting even tonight
Even though you're under the weather
You say you're not, but I'm getting better
Oh-oh, oh!
But you know I'm not, the same, when you tell me you're sorry
Even though you're under the weather
You say you're not, but I'm getting better
Oh-oh, oh!
But you know I'm not, the same, when you tell me you're sorry, now
This is why, all of your friends mean nothing to you
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Even though you're under the weather
You say you're not, but I'm getting better
Oh-oh, oh!
But you know I'm not, the same, when you tell me you're sorry
Not, the same, when you tell me you're sorry
Not, the same, so please tell me you're sorry, now