Songtexte: No. 2. Pop In A Minor.

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Fell for the silent type
keep low, go quiet
It felt better than nothing
down in the shut up side while making up
my mind is still adjusting

like a flip of the coin
or wherever you've been
so fucking drunk you can't even stand
you smell but you're faking all the scent

I don't know where i belong
I don't know where i belong

it's a beautiful day
'cos it didn't come up
and noone knows so long at last
been trying so hard to forget the past
I can't become a new person too fast

like the moon walking home to bed
'cos all night she bet us lead
frightened faces in parked cars
idling in your arms

I don't know where I belong
I don't know where I belong

Burn something of history to put off the scent
the match of a memory you'll probably forget
it always comes around to a threat
even though you can't quite know what you meant
sometimes I wish we'd never met

I don't know where I belong
I don't know where I belong
I don't know where I belong
I don't know where I belong