In your purple Toyota The morning is waking slow And the trafic's not moving There's a gasleak in north town And they can't seem to fix it up So they call you on Monday morning
You've been working two jobs Still but just stacking up in this pile on the coffee table Nothings ever enough Money isn't worth all the life that you're paying Wonder when it all stops When nobody will mourn when we're done taking all for granted Nothings ever enough Nothings ever enough
When it's all going faster And you can't get the hold on things And you're longing and searching for something more And you try to remember all the good things that your mama told you It turns around, you see, it takes time But you just can't believe that, belive that No, you just can't believe that
When it feels like the world is against you somehow And your wheels just keep on spinning Think you promised yourself once that it all be worth it Now you're doubting your ambition
You've been working two jobs Still but just stacking up in this pile on the coffee table Nothings ever enough Money isn't worth all the life that you're paying Wonder when it all stops When nobody will mourn when we're done taking all for granted Nothings ever enough Nothings ever enough
When it's all going faster And you can't get the hold on things And you're longing and searching for something more And you try to remember all the good things that your mama told you It turns around, you see, it takes time But you just can't believe that, belive that No, you just can't believe that
You just want to be happy wild and young and free You just wanna be everything you intended to be
While it's all going faster And you can't get the hold on things And you're longing and searching for something more And you try to remember all the good things that your mama told you It turns around, you see, it takes time But you just can't believe that, belive that No, you just can't believe that
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