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Home Grown Kings Of Pop

You're fadin' now like a stereo Your signal's week and you're feelin' low Don't try to think you know what I'm thinkin' So give it up now, just give it

I don't want to sit next to you I can't believe you called me so soon Don't try to justify what you did to me You're just one of those trouble girls

You were everything that I dreamed of I never thought I'd hear you say that you'd fallen out of love I never said this would be easy You said you understand

I want your boyfriend in a box So I can send him off Somewhere far away 'cause then We'll be the way like we used to be, used to be You want my girlfriend

Take this gun away I'm not asking for sympathy Staring at the screen I'm not leaving so you won't win I'm comfortable to let you go Oh waiting on me

You said you've had enough, I've had it up to here But I'm still standing Screaming as you fall, I'm making this point clear But you're not listening

Go on and tear this all apart. Make sure to finish what you start. Scratch the surface until it bleeds, then repeat. Wear your tourniquet so thin

You're fadin' out like a stereo. Your signal's weak and you're feeling low. (She said) Don't try to think you know what I'm thinking. So give it up

Tell me how you feel. Because I don't think you care at all. Confusing transmissions confirm my suspicions. So I'm not going to keep holding on.