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Lletres: Hope Of The States. Left.

An argument, an ambulance
The sound of sirens in my head
Just like you're singing to me
I don't think this is how it goes
They tried their best but made you wrong
You run away
But never know what you're running from
You know it wasn't meant to go like this

What you want, you're never going to get
Unless you are prepared to be alone
If you think you've got to have it all
You've got to be prepared to give it all

You bought a house
You made a home
You had some kids
And got convinced you were doing well
You said that was the only way to go
So look at your friends
Look at us all
And see how dumb we become when we grow up
I'm so proud of everyone

What you want, you're never going to get
Unless you are prepared to be alone
If you think you've got to have it all
You've got to be prepared to give it all

What you want, you're never going to get
Unless you are prepared to be alone
If you think you've got to have it all
You've got to be prepared to give it all
Hope Of The States