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It must always smell like August
It must always look like spring
My friends are collateral damage

So let the candle burn out
Let the candle burn out
Let the candle burn out

And I'll grow my hair long and move to California
When I'm twenty-five and I'm sick of the cold
And I'm passing all the places that make me feel I'm getting old
I'm a pioneer, I'm a bestseller
That's what the lady said in the prophecy
When I prayed to God he's send someone to speak over me
When I call my dad he's full of inspiration
He says, "Friday's here but Sunday's coming,"
And he's been through it all tenfold back home
And he says, "believe in it all
It'll stop you from turning to mould,"
Believe it all
Believe it all

I'll be home for a couple weeks this time
So mum bought me teabags and a bottle of wine
For us to drink while we are wrapping things
For the whole family
Show her all my new recipes
And she'll help me make a list of everything I need

When I grown my hair long and moved to California
When I'm twenty-five and I'm sick of the cold
And I'm passing all the places that make me feel I'm getting old
I'm a pioneer, I'm a bestseller
That's what the lady said in the prophecy
When I prayed to God he'd send someone to speak over me
When I call my dad he's full of inspiration
He says, "Friday's here but Sunday's coming,"
And he's been through it all tenfold Back home
And he says, "believe in it all
It'll stop you from turning to mould,"
Believe it all

Let the candle burn out
Let the candle burn out
Out, out, out

Too much going on behind the eyes
All alone in this flat
Buy myself some teabags
With money that I don't have
And a bottle of wine