Kishore Kumar Hits

The Front Bottoms - Grand Finale şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: The Front Bottoms

albüm: Going Grey


Encore, night is almost over
I'm bored and wanna leave
It felt good before, but now it's getting older
'Cause there's no more empathy
Final firework of summer, your phone falls into the fire
It's the last act of a dying cellphone
Last call of a desperate man
Empty wine bottles in my room
When I wake up I think of you
It's our grand finale
Drugstore, 24 hour market
We'll go before we see
Final firework of summer, your phone falls into the fire
It's the last act of a dying cellphone
Last call of a desperate man
Empty wine bottles in my room
When I wake up I think of you
It's our grand finale (finale)
Empty wine bottles in my room
When I wake up I think of you
It's our grand finale
It's the last act of a dying cellphone
Last call of a desperate man
A strange sense of relief
Strange sense of relief
Empty wine bottles in my room
When I wake up I think of you
It's our grand finale (finale)
Empty wine bottles in my room
When I wake up I think of you
It's our grand finale

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