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New Regime Lyrics - Artist : Morgan Saint
We were hiding on the rooftop
Trying to talk ourselves down No one really knows where we've been They keep talking their big mouths their big mouths We are just a different breed The type that you can misread You're just full of sick schemes, broken dreams Choose a team by any means Don't you have some place to be? We are old souls The type to make you overdose, on love We are lone wolves The type to feel alone in a crowded room We are lonely, but we are proud We are outcasts, but we are brave We don't need no body else We were moving to the West Side Trying to keep our eyes down No one really knows where we've been They keep talking their big mouths Not a fan of flashy things All the gold that fame could bring You're a fan of ripped jeans, choose a team Get ahead by any means Don't you have some place to be? We are old souls The type to make you overdose, on love We are lone wolves The type to feel alone in a crowded room We are lonely, but we are proud We are outcasts, but we are brave We don't need no body else We, we, we don't need no body else We, we, we don't need no body else We, we, we don't need no body else We, we, we don't need no body else You're just full of sick schemes, broken dreams Please the boys by any means Don't you have some place to be? We are old souls The type to make you overdose, on love We are lone wolves The type to feel alone in a crowded room We are lonely, but we are proud We are outcasts, but we are brave We don't need no body else We, we, we don't need no body else We, we, we don't need no body else We, we, we don't need no body else We, we, we don't need no body else |
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