You Got A Bullet In Your Head But It’s Not Fucking Lyrics

Twenty-twenty-twentysomething
quarter-quarter-quarterlife crisis

meet me in the supermarket
where loners don't feel desolate
if you need some company
this is the place to be

get up, get up, get up at once
twilight, twilight, twilight has come

dancing alone in the dust
of your memorable past
nothing is left behind
but faded pictures in mind
a heart-shaped box of sweet lies
never ending false emotions
keep up the nostalgic version
framed by a halo around your eye
man it's time to say goodbye
it's time to let your heartache die

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