I keep on fear, keep on loathing. Nothing brings it on I keep on falling. Decide what it is I can not find. It's subsides what you make it. Never feel like you're gonna break it.
I keep on fear, keep on loathing. Nothing brings it on I keep on falling. Decide what it is I can not find. It's subsides what you make it. Never feel like you're gonna break it.
Let's get drunk on Saturday. Walk up Primrose Hill until we lose our way. We'll get sunburned on the grass. Playing silly buggers 'till I make a pass.