Nothing Personal

(альбом: Eleven Eleven - 2015)

You know it's nothing personal
I hope that things don't have to change
Even if I reversed it all
I'd still just be it all again

Sit in the grass on the holidays!
You are like me in a lot of ways!
I only wish we were more the same!
Not that it matters...

Sometimes, I want to be
Way up high, there's nobody
In the sky, my enemy
Close my eyes and disappear

I know sometimes I'm difficult
I wish I was another way
I could be in instrumental
In me and nothing stays the same

Sit in the grass on the holidays!
You are like me in a lot of ways!
I only wish we were more the same!
Not that it matters...

Sometimes, I want to be
Way up high, there's nobody
In the sky, my enemy
Close my eyes and disappear

Sometimes, I want to be
Way up high, there's nobody
In the sky, my enemy
Close my eyes and disappear
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