And it seems you wanna have me
No matter where I go
There's a future I can't know, and
How should I know?
How, how, how, how
Now it seems you wanna let me
Add a future, facing down
Add a fall, it's coming round, and
Where will I go?
How, how, how, how
And you're telling me I'm grown
How sweet, life in the backseat
And it's happening again
And it's happening again
And you're carrying me home
How sweet, life in the backseat
And it's happening again
And it's happening again
Devotion be the death of me
I could blow those fucking windows out
Leave them dragging down the road
Your affliction isn't mine to hold, and
How should I know how to?
How, how, how, how
And you're telling me I'm grown
How sweet, life in the backseat
And it's happening again
And it's happening again
And you're carrying me home
How sweet, life in the backseat
And it's happening again
And it's happening again
Devotion be the death of me
Don't you deal me no favors
Don't you sell me no lie
I'll call you back when I'm sober
Oh, at some other time
Hear the lightning inside you
But it's never alright
And I'm no winner
I'm no winner
I'm no winner
I'm no winner
Lazy and strong
I've been away too long
And you're telling me I'm grown
How sweet, life in the backseat
And it's happening again
And it's happening again
And you're carrying me home
How sweet, life in the backseat
And it's happening again
And it's happening again
Devotion be the death of me
Devotion be the death of me
Devotion be the death of me
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