throw stones at meDon't tell anybody(Woah, woah, woah)Trouble finds

ذهبذهب ذهبذهب comes a blessing of all that

the days are cold and the cards all foldAnd

mornin', take me overFather, father, fatherTake me to the

to hear my voiceYou can leave, now it's your

are all living the same way, the same wayWe

it, shake it and we're moving againBeen a long time

cry mother dear, your boy has left you for

Dan Reynolds, Andrew Beck & Aurora can see clearly,

in our livesWe all have pain, we all have

doo-doo-doo-dooDoo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-dooDoo-doo-doo, packed and I'm holding, I'm smilingShe's

her on a Sunday, she got me feelin' some

things firstI'ma say all the words inside my headI'm

into the lonely telegraphThat crept into your roomListen to

you mean itWhen you told meThat you're happyAnd you're

Gimme, gimme, gimme some time to thinkI'm in the bathroom looking

‘em live, let ‘em inLet em live, I won't

day has come to end, the lights dimed downAnd

You’ve got me feeling like a pantomimeThat’s why I only love

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