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Morgan Saint

New Regime

 

New Regime

(album: 17 HERO - 2017)


We were hiding on the rooftop
Trying to talk ourselves down
No one really knows where we've been
They keep talking their big mouths their big mouths
We are just a different breed
The type that you can misread
You're just full of sick schemes, broken dreams
Choose a team by any means
Don't you have some place to be?

We are old souls
The type to make you overdose, on love
We are lone wolves
The type to feel alone in a crowded room
We are lonely, but we are proud
We are outcasts, but we are brave
We don't need no body else

We were moving to the West Side
Trying to keep our eyes down
No one really knows where we've been
They keep talking their big mouths
Not a fan of flashy things
All the gold that fame could bring
You're a fan of ripped jeans, choose a team
Get ahead by any means
Don't you have some place to be?

We are old souls
The type to make you overdose, on love
We are lone wolves
The type to feel alone in a crowded room
We are lonely, but we are proud
We are outcasts, but we are brave
We don't need no body else

We, we, we don't need no body else
We, we, we don't need no body else
We, we, we don't need no body else
We, we, we don't need no body else

You're just full of sick schemes, broken dreams
Please the boys by any means
Don't you have some place to be?

We are old souls
The type to make you overdose, on love
We are lone wolves
The type to feel alone in a crowded room
We are lonely, but we are proud
We are outcasts, but we are brave
We don't need no body else

We, we, we don't need no body else
We, we, we don't need no body else
We, we, we don't need no body else
We, we, we don't need no body else

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