These rules were made for breaking and bending Ditch the start, we'll start at the ending I will wonder why
These fools are lost and which way are sleeping? Send my love till my chicks are weeping I will wonder while
Baby, when the world comes down We're dancing as we're burning out Gotta get up, get up, get up And maybe I'll stick around
All this fake and all this pretending What's with you you're so condesending I Will wonder why
At seventeen we started a routine I would spend a lot of time repeating I will wonder while
Baby, when the world comes down We're dancing as we're burning out Gotta get up, get up, get up And maybe I'll stick around
Tonight, all the stars are out to break your spine Tonight, aggression on your lips is fine by me
And baby, when the world comes down We're dancing as we're burning out Gotta get up, get up, get up And maybe I'll stick around
Baby, when the world comes down We're dancing as we're burning out Gotta get up, get up, get up And maybe I'll stick around
Tonight, all the stars are out to break your spine Tonight, aggression on your lips is fine by me
Compositores: Aled Phillips, Iain Prasad Mahanty (Iain Mahanty), Philip James Jenkins (Philip Jenkins), Joel Fisher, Andrew William Sheehy (Andrew Sheehy) ECAD: Obra #21238211