Here comes your song, it's on the radio
Here comes your song, here comes your song
Everybody in the backseat, come and sing alongWe're fucked, we're fucked
There's been an accident, somebody stole your face
We're fucked, we're fucked
You were always something else, there's nothing to replaceYou got some shit to throw out
You got some numbers to eraseNumbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
Ringing all night, it's slower than the bar
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
How do you spell
Look way around or replace those numbers?
Here comes your song, it's on the stereo
So turn it on, so turn it up
Everybody in the backseat's about to throw upWe're fucked, we're fucked
There's been a tragedy, hardly words remind us, baby
We're fucked, we're fucked
Fuck, you walked in a piece, this isn't war and peaceYou were always good enough
There was nothing to replace
You got some shit to throw out
You got some numbers to eraseYou got names to forget
Plus some people to call
There was nothing to replace
You've been good enough all along
You just got settled in
And you wanna get down
And feel like you are loved
Feel like you are lovedNobody's mad at you
These people love you
And they wanna see you are bein' strong
Wanna see you are bein' strongSo lose no numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbersSo lose no numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
NumbersSo lose the numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
NumbersSo lose the numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
The names and the phoneHere comes your song, it's on the stereo
Here comes your song, it's on the radio
Here comes your song, here comes your songWe're fucked, we're fucked
And hung up alone
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