Songtexte Expectations - Three Days Grace
Baby,
innocent
One
day
gonna
be
a
decadent
Prom
queen,
miss
America
In
the
backseat,
in
a
pair
of
cuffs
Sixteen
little
runaways
Running
from
the
five-o,
and
got
away
From
a
small
town,
with
no
scene
Looking
for
a
shot,
on
the
big
screen
Expectations,
go
to
hell
Expectations,
go
to
hell
Not
so
innocent
On
the
street
hustling
Never-be
Miss
America
In
the
backseat
of
a
Celica
Crashing
with
a
deadbeat
Living
large
on
a
love
seat
In
a
small
town,
no
scene
Turns
out
it
was
nothing
but
a
pipe
dream
Expectations,
go
to
hell
Expectations,
go
to
hell
Rich-girl
wannabe
Bought
a
quick
pick
for
the
lottery
Watching
TV
with
her
boyfriend
Fell
asleep,
left
the
ticket
on
the
nightstand
He
stayed
awake,
to
see
the
ball
drop
Turned
it
way
down,
she
never
woke
up
Grabbed
the
keys
to
her
car
in
the
backlot
Threw
a
shot
of
Jack
back,
left
with
the
jackpot
Expectations,
go
to
hell
Prom
queen,
Miss
America
In
the
backseat,
in
a
pair
of
cuffs
Expectations,
go
to
hell
Never-be
Miss
America
In
the
backseat
in
a
pair
of
cuffs
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