( Unemployed in summertime EP ) Early morning when the sky is black And your fingers taste of really strong spice Early morning when the sky is black All my kisses hit you right between the eyes
I'm going out of here for the last time I'm going out of here for the last time
Did you know that i won't be back When you wake up you probably realized Did you know that i won't be back I'll escape your whispers, your true lies
I'm going out of here for the last time I'm going out of here for the last time
Do you feel the loneliness Do you feel the loneliness
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