Sour Candy
Sour candy endings
Coffee stains where oh I'm so tangled up in my
Big sunglasses and bed hungry second day fare
No we went under, the weight was to much to carry and
I felt the thunder
Mister don't look so scared
I never knew, I never knew
That I could be so sad that we went under
I've been very cautious
Trying numbness, instead of pain
all your humour makes me, makes me nauseous
what a twisted twisted game
No we went under, the weight was to much to carry and
I felt the thunder
Mister don't look so scared
I never knew, I never knew
That I could be so sad that we went under
Oh get yourself home
You leave him alone
On second thought I regret the things to let go
Ohh oohh ooo
Sour candy endings...and I was barely even there
No we went under, the weight was to much to carry and
I felt the thunder
Mister don't look so scared
I never knew, I never knew
That I could be so sad that we went under
So sad (we went under)
So sad (we went under)
So sad (we went under)
So sad we went under
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