Fifty Man Mission - Whiskey Disco (feat. BigTime)

Woe I've grown from
A seed to a tree
In this god forsaken town
On the side of the road
That everyone claims to hate
But all their paths circulate
Circulate
Leave it up to the rules that you set for yourself
To plot the reasons you can't get out
I'm not waiting around the find out
Where you end up
There's a life worth living out your front door
You kept her chained to the floor
An empty promise can fill so many hearts
God we are all so capable of
A mess we can't cleanup
Well aren't we all just so desperate for someone
To cleanup for us
Let this be a map on how
To escape from yourself
Live until the world has had enough
Of you
The world is not your front yard
The world is not your room
Defining my own life
Never seemed so simple
Give me a line
Give me a sign
Sing me, despair
One last time
Sing me, despair
One last time
Oh my God, what's good enough for you?
Oh my God, what's good enough?
To get the feeling
You've been longing for
What would you do?
What would you
Do?
Once again, carried away.

Written by:
Greg Hayda, Joey Prendergast, Kenneth Arnold

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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