[Verse 1]
Boys will be poison
Girls will be war
Your path has been chosen
Your voice has been torn out at the roots
What else is new?
Boo hoo
[Pre-Chorus]
With that fire in your eyes, little starling, what's with you?
You promised you wouldn't get angry, darling
[Chorus]
We are so far, so lost, it's true
We can't attempt to start anew
We lost our way so long ago
Chopping things down before they grow
Been gone so long, we went too far
Like crashing jets and shooting stars
We let the best of us burn down
Hot autumn nights in Chinatown
[Verse 2]
Life can be murder
Death can be calm
Yet no one in their right mind thinks they dеserve to fall
Shot out of your boots
What elsе is new?
Boo hoo
[Pre-Chorus]
With that fire in your eyes, little starling, what's with you?
You promised you wouldn't get angry, now we're through
[Chorus]
We are so far, so lost, it's true
We can't attempt to start anew
We lost our way so long ago
Chopping things down before they grow
Been gone so long, we went too far
Like crashing jets and shooting stars
We let the best of us burn down
Hot autumn nights in Chinatown
[Chorus]
We are so far, so lost, it's true
We can't attempt to start anew
We lost our way so long ago
Chopping things down before they grow
Been gone so long, we went too far
Like crashing jets and shooting stars
We let the best of us burn down
Hot autumn nights in Chinatown
Greito maisto valgykloj "uzkalnieciai" susitinka bulkute, sasyskyte ir buterbrodukas. Ateina jiems skundziasi surainis, desrainis ir falafelainis, kad ju niekas nenori. Buterbrodukas sako: mes irgi ne madoj. Surainis: - tai kada sugrisim i mada?
Susitinka ziemkentys, jarube ir aruodas.
Pamato veipintoja, startupininka ir omfgoda.
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