buy my own things, I pay my own billsThese

you almost had me fooledTold me that I was

one day I'll be goneThe world'll keep turningI hope

like we're holding on foreverI gotta let it goTime's

I am, revolution's hereTake the bombs from the war

I feel I'm growing upAnd somehow, the magic's turn

the middle of the nightI was staring at the

gets so chaotic sometimesI've been so caught up in

up in the morning feelin' like J. EpsteinGonna hop on

1: grandson & the bad guy wins andSometimes,

oh, you remember?We were running through the streetsWe

caught me doin' some dumb shit againThat's what I

Niall Horan & Keith was distracted and in

used to get so distractedLightnin' up all this madnessMade

whoa, oh ohWhoa, whoa, oh on the street,

a bitch I can't jump this, Evel KnievelI'm 'bout

oh, oh, still here, still bringin' it to

feel loved, darling, I feel usedNobody makes me feel

crime, crime, crimeCrime, crime, crime, crimeCrime, crime, crime, crimeCrime, crime,

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