Jack O'Connell ♥ - End of Summer | Текст песни

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• Jack O'Connell ♥
• End of Summer

I was born on a criminal island
I was raised upon the chicken reserve 
I was taught by the obedient minors 
I soon learnt initiations hurt 

Blending myself into the stench of tyrants 
Wanting much more than they thought i deserved 
When i was tried, they tied me to the altar 
Challenging me until the rumours burnt. 

So what went wrong at the end of the summer? 
Man we were lost it was the end of the line 
What went wrong at the end of the summer 
Then we were loaded on the thrill of the ride 

Taking their time to run you through the mill 
Knowing your way around the dollar bill 
Questioning answers in unusual ways 
Making your way, and then the world's your oyster 

But what went wrong at the end of the summer? 
Man we were lost it was the end of the line 
What went wrong at the end of the summer 
Then we were loaded on the thrill of the ride 

And the world is so full of laughter 
It's as though were not on fire 
Even though we're lower than the angels 
We can still catch our soul on fire