Lyrics

We're all just debt collectors In an absence of grace Showing up to your birthday party Just to show off our face Get your mind off it, boy There's room to grow Like ooh la la la, ooh la, I know why you like death 'Cause when you get in trouble, pulled under rubble You want something else Don't bring your phone to the party Learn how to operate us Feel like you're just passing through But everyone I know loves you Get your life right, boy There's so much more Like ooh la la la, ooh la, I know why you like death, yeah 'Cause when you get in trouble, pulled under rubble You want something else It's just like oh la la la, ooh la, I will Pull you out of this There are holes in your eyes Full of impossible light Learn to laugh when you cry Make a rainbow in your mind Get your life right, boy There's so much more Ooh la la la, ooh la, I know why you like death 'Cause when you get outnumbered, pulled under rubble You want something else It's just like ooh la la la, ooh la, I will Pull you out of this
Writer(s): Matthew Ryan Quinn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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