The All-American Rejects - Drown Next To Me

Hey you
What are you doing there
Come back to the ground 'cause it just ain't fair
Later I want to hang around
And I’m not getting down
So hold on in there
Broken floors and prickled eyes
They took me back to paradise
But everyone kept knocking on my door
Posh Motels fancy cars
A blue bird stroke in my guitar
While everyone keeps knocking on my door
All day I’ve been here on my own
Waiting for things to turn my way
And sometimes I just want to brake away
I want to see the world in my own way
Colored walls turning signs
I held it up and rolled the dice
While everyone kept knocking on my door
I see it all but I can’t move
Hey there’s nothing I can do
So please stop knocking on my door
This trip can’t wait
I’m in outer space
Maybe you can do the same
This trip is long
It carries on
And my advice is mind your way
Broken floors and prickled eyes
They took me back to paradise
But everyone kept knocking on my door
Posh Motels fancy cars
A blue bird stroke in my guitar
While everyone keeps knocking on my door

The All-American Rejects - Drown Next To Me

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