Lyrics:

So tell me why

I’m sitting in the room

Atop my self destruction

Staring at the looking glass

At four in the morning 

With a cigarette 

Hanging from my lips

Care Free

But they say 

There’s no way to find yourself

Unless you stop your own corruption

______

But we’re gonna try to stay together

‘Till the middle of July 

But all I really need is to hear

Please

Baby

Stay a little longer

‘Cause I might die here all alone

And all I ever want is a purpose for my effort

‘Cause it’s so hard to try harder

And I don’t want to go home

Michael Jackson, Frank Sinatra

All those idols, yes,

I wonder how they didn’t lose their pride

Catching fame like fireflies,

Seems to make a person die

A little bit inside

Maybe I could be the air that you inhale

Before a moment

Pick me up and breathe me in like nicotine

As you say

Oh, I could quit at any time

When I was young

I was told to listen to the words of my chosen

components

They say

The art of losing may seem not too hard to master, but darling, I don’t think you have the time.

No no no

But all I really need is to hear

Please

Baby

Stay a little longer

‘Cause I might die here all alone

And all I ever want is a purpose for my effort

‘Cause it’s so hard to try harder

And I don’t want to go home

Michael Jackson, Frank Sinatra

All those idols, yes,

I wonder how they didn’t lose their pride

Catching fame like fireflies,

Seems to make a person die

A little bit inside

I want to end up like

Josephine Baker

You can find me up in France

I used to listen __________

_________

_________________

But I was young

I only had one chance

But all I really need is to hear

Baby

Please, Please

Stay a little longer

‘Cause I might die here all alone

And all I ever want is a purpose for my effort

‘Cause it’s so hard to try harder

And I don’t want to go home

Michael Jackson, Frank Sinatra

All those idols, yes,

I wonder how they didn’t lose their pride

Catching fame like fireflies,

Seems to make a person die

A little bit inside

Catching fame like fireflies,

Seems to make a person die

A little bit inside

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