Italian Radio
Justin Furstenfeld
I ended the book that I'm writing
The part about you I'm tearing it out
A simple goodnight, stop fighting
There's nothing left to even read about
I'm leaving you here my darling
To search for a better and easy way out
Through all of the pain that I'm causing
There's nothing left to even sing about
But it goes
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I changed up the words to make you happy though
In front of the midnight music chow
I beat up, I beat up the boy that made her happy though
I've noticed the things that you wanted me to be
They outweigh the ones that make me happy
So pull out your hand to meet my
My fine new lady
She's rock n' roll
And she saved me
It goes