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Thirty under thirty for another year
I can barely go outside
I think I hate it here
Maybe I should think about a new career
Somewhere in Kaua'i where I can disappear
I've been havin' fun gettin' older now
Didn't change my number, made him shut his mouth
At least I gave him something he can cry about
I thought about my future, but I want it now
Want it now
You can't give me up

You couldn't save me
But you can't let me go, oh, no
I can crave you, but you don't need to know

Did I take it too far?
Now I know what you are
You hit me so hard
I saw stars
Think I took it too far
When I sold you my heart
How'd it get so dark?
I saw

Неужели ты думал, что я приеду на лимузине? (Нет)
Пришлось копить деньги на охрану.
Преследователь ходит взад-вперёд по улице,
Говорит, что он Сатана и хочет встретиться со мной.
Когда мне было семнадцать, я тайком купила дом,
И с тех пор, как получила ключи не устраивала вечеринок.
Милый мальчик приходил, но он не смог остаться,
И прежде, чем он ушёл,
Я заставила его подписать соглашение о неразглашении,
Да, я заставила его подписать соглашение о неразглашении.
Одного раза было вполне достаточно,
Потому что я не хочу, чтобы он говорил, что попало.

У тебя не поучилось спасти меня,
Но и отпустить меня ты не можешь, ох, нет.
Я могу желать тебя, но тебе об этом знать не обязательно.

If pictures could talk there’d be too many voices
If sorrow could scream I’d be deaf in a day
I beg my memories to slowly fade away
Too many voices
If pain could’ve been seen there’d be too many faces
wherever I’d go — I’d rather be blind

If pictures could talk there’d be too many voices
If sorrow could scream I’d be deaf in a day
I beg my memories to slowly fade away
Too many voices
If pain could’ve been seen there’d be too many faces
wherever I’d go — I’d rather be blind

If pictures could talk there’d be too many voices
If sorrow could scream I’d be deaf in a day
I beg my memories to slowly fade away
Too many voices
If pain could’ve been seen there’d be too many faces
wherever I’d go — I’d rather be blind

If pictures could talk there’d be too many voices
If sorrow could scream I’d be deaf in a day
I beg my memories to slowly fade away
Too many voices
If pain could’ve been seen there’d be too many faces
wherever I’d go — I’d rather be blind

If pictures could talk there’d be too many voices
If sorrow could scream I’d be deaf in a day
I beg my memories to slowly fade away
Too many voices
If pain could’ve been seen there’d be too many faces
wherever I’d go — I’d rather be blind