Never gonna feel the same
Never gonna call your number
Could it really be that you left all your things and took off to return in the summer
Do you wanna plant some lilies
Do you wanna call me a pervert
Do you think think the landlord knows were downloading porn on our neighbors wifi
(We say our prayers now)
Oh man you used to be a writer
(We say our prayers now)
You couldve been an excellent mother
We say our prayers now
It's too late to start on new plans
At the end of the world
On a follow up chance
That we might feel better
All stocked on cans now
So pretty boy yeah
Do u wanna polish yer guns now?
So pretty boy now
Do you even write your own parts?
Pretty boy now.
Do u wanna polish your guns now??
(We say our prayers now)
Oh man you used to be a writer
(We say our prayers now)
You couldve been an excellent mother
We say our prayers now
It's too late to start on new plans
At the end of the world
On a follow up chance
That we might feel better
All stocked on cans now
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