Italian Radio
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I ended the book that I'm writing
The part about you, I'm tearing it out
A simple goodnight, stop fighting
There's nothing left to fucking fight about
I'm leaving you here, my little darling
To search for a better and easy way out
Through all of the pain that I've been causing
There's nothing left to scream aloud

Chorus:
But it goes ba-ba-ba-ba by-ah-ba-dum-ba
Ah-ba-day-de, ah-ba-day-de, ah-ba-day-de
Ah-ba-da-da-da
Ra-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba by-ah-ba-dum-ba
Ah-ba-day-de, ah-ba-day-de, ah-ba-day-de
Ah-ba-da-da, yeah

Recorded Italian radio
I changed up the words to make you happy, though
And in front of the midnight music show
I beat the shit out of the boy that made you happy
Ro-bo-bo-bo-bay
I've noticed the things that you want me to be
They outweigh the ones that make me happy
So pull out your hands and meet my fine new lady
She's rock-and-roll, and she saved me

Chorus:
It goes ba-ba-ba-ba by-ah-ba-dum-ba
Ah-ba-day-de, ah-ba-day-de, ah-ba-day-de
Ah-ba-da-da-da
Ra-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba by-ah-ba-dum-ba
Ah-ba-day-de, ah-ba-day-de, ah-ba-day-de
Ah-ba-da-da, yeah
"Now this here is for a good time, so everybody get off of your asses."

-Justin on Argue With A Tree
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