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2013-08-12


Submitted:Aug 13, 2013    Reads: 13    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Melancholy is sitting in front of me
My man is hiding from me, hell yeah
I don't want to live that way anymore
'Cause yesterday I was a different person

Melancholy is holding my hands
My man is unware about me, hell yeah
I don't want to live that way anymore
Trying to hide my indecent past
I'm really trying, but it's harder than I thought

Every girl is like a mad gun
Have I gone mad?

I want to empty my home
I want to empty my life of Max
I will be wearing pink pyjamas
And listening to oldies

Melancholy is living in my neighbourhood
What should I do now?
I just wanna drink, hell yeah
Save me, my man!

Melancholy is knocking on my doors
Trying to escape, hell yeah
I'm really trying, but it's harder than I tought
Oh please don't drop me home, my man

Every girl is like a mad gun
Have I gone mad?

I want to empty my home
I want to empty my life of Max
I will be wearing pink pyjamas
And listening to oldies

Take me to your place, anywhere
I don't care anymore
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care

Every girl is like a mad gun
Have I gone mad?

I want to empty my home
I want to empty my life of Max
I will be wearing pink pyjamas
And listening to oldies





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