| I sleep at sunrise then I wake up when the sun down
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| Running round tryna make it out a small town
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| My nerves got me shaking when you come round
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| Strung out might get high and never come down
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| Sleep sound but I wake up when the sun down
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| Running round tryna make it out a small town
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| Love hurts now I hate it when you come round
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| Strung out I’m tryna get rid of
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| All of these problems we just keep brushing them underneath
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| Got my friends like whats wrong with me
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| I can’t tell what’s in front of me I’m just
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| Somewhere underneath the treeline
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| And it never is what it seems like
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| You can find me somewhere underneath
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| The streetlights these nights
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| Find it funny how you say you don’t care
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| But you keep my name
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| On the tip of your tongue
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| Can’t tell if you’re fake
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| Or too nice to say what you really think
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| No I can’t tell what
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| I’m falling from out my bed and
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| Out into galaxies
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| Can’t control if you’re mad at me
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| I’m destroying the sad in me at night
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| I’m falling from out my bed and
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| Out into galaxies
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| Can’t control if you’re mad at me
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| I’m destroying the sad in me at night
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| I remember when I called her mine
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| Now when she hit me I let the call decline
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| Nothing new to me I see it all the time
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| Nothing new to me I see it all the
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| All of these problems we just keep brushing them underneath
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| Got my friends like whats wrong with me
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| I can’t tell what’s in front of me I’m just
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| I sleep at sunrise then I wake up when the sun down
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| Running round tryna make it out a small town
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| My nerves got me shaking when you come round
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| Strung out might get high and never come down
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| Sleep sound but I wake up when the sun down
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| Running round tryna make it out a small town
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| Love hurts now I hate it when you come round
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| Strung out
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| I’m falling from out my bed and
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| Out into galaxies
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| Can’t control if you’re mad at me
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| I’m destroying the sad in me at night
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| I’m falling from out my bed and
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| Out into galaxies
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| Can’t control if you’re mad at me
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| I’m destroying the sad in me at night
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| All of these problems we just keep brushing them underneath
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| Got my friends like whats wrong with me
|
| I can’t tell what’s in front of me I’m just
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| Somewhere
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| Underneath the treeline
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| And it never is what it seems like
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| You can find me somewhere underneath the streetlights
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| These nights
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| All of these problems we just keep brushing them underneath
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| Got my friends like whats wrong with me
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| I can’t tell what’s in front of me I’m just |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Under The Rug (we don't really talk anymore), artist - Softheart. Album song It Gets Better, in the genre Иностранный рок