Oh oh, oh oh She loves in stereo Big stage, bright light, short love, long night I should know 'cause I've seen it before Her favorite colors be platinum and gold I think I gotta let her go, she only loves in stereo She's a fast love professional Crafty,

I'm facing the bottle for all of my problems These Instagram models are nothing but trouble She's going away now (Now it's over) I'm going full throttle (You drive me crazy) All these Instagram models I said they're nothing but trouble She's going away

This is the be all, the end all. The burden, the blessing. My fear still sees when my eyes are closed. But the blame's on me, this is the path I chose. Always climbing but only ever descending. The canvas before me is never-ending. So call for the

So why does it hurt so bad Why do I feel so sad But I keep crying When I don't love you So why does it hurt me so I gotta get you outta my head Hurts so (yeah you do) Why does it hurt so bad Thought I was over you

I'm cryin' for me I'm gonna miss that smile I'm gonna miss you my friend Even though it hurts the way it ended up I'd do it all again So play it sweet in heaven 'Cause That's right where you want to be I'm not cryin' cause I feel so sorry for you I'm

'Cause nothing really matters when you look up into outer space It's a great big world and there's no need to cry Thirteen billion years and there's still time We're all interconnected to the reaches of the galaxy And my best friend says he came from the

I'm not havin' on a good day. But as you can plainly see On a good day, when I think about her I only cry a couple hundred tears On a good day, when I can't forget about her I can dull the pain with just a couple beers On a good day I can even fake a

Kinda makes me wonder Why you playin' with me? Do you think of me? So I'm waiting for the sun to come up Take me for a ride in your Beamer Ain't gon' stop 'til the stars are above Wish that you would talk to me 'Cause I don't really know just what to

Il est fatigué, le prince charmant Il est fatigué, son beau cheval blanc Ses rêves bleus sont un peu gris Son épée d'or est en fer blanc Je suis fatigué d'être celui-là Je n'ai plus la force de tricher Un jour de plus avec toi Ou je te perdrai Ou tu

And I can't explain It's surely not his brain that makes me thrill I used to dream that I'd discover The perfect lover someday I knew I'd recognize him If ever he came 'round my way I always used to fancy then He'd be one of those god-like kind of men