paroles de chanson output - guardin
Overthinking
is
a
sickness
Hopeful
that
you′ll
get
this
Hope
it
reaches
you
and
your
dad
doesn't
dismiss
it
Flask
full
of
some
liquid
Eyes
fixed
on
a
misfit
I
can
hear
the
steps
from
someone
in
the
distance
And
they
call
your
name
As
you
sink
and
fall
into
your
grave
Optimistic
is
his
witness
Like
to
show
to
risk
it
You′ve
go
the
potential
to
make
better
decisions
I
thought
I
could
ditch
this
skin
suite
from
existence
Instead
I
rose
in
the
search
for
more
consistence
And
then
I
saw
your
thing
And
fought
until
god
caved
"I
wish
you'd
answer
your
phone,
Listen
hon;
it's
on
the
radio.
Woo-hoo!
Love
you."
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