Tekster: The Strokes. Room On Fire. What Ever Happened?.

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I wanna be forgotten
And I don't wanna be reminded
He said, "please don't make this harder"
No, I won't yet
I wanna be beside her
She wanna be admired
He said, "please don't make this harder"
No, I won't yet

Oh dear, is it really all true?
Did they offend us yet? They wanted to sound new
Topping ideas for countdown shows
Who's culture is this and does anybody know?
I wait and tell myself life ain't chess
But no one comes in, and yes, you're alone

You don't miss me, I know

On attendency a-what did you write?
I come together in the middle of the night
Oh, that's an ending that I can write
Cause I've got you to let me down

I wanna be forgotten
And I don't wanna be reminded
He said, "please don't make this harder"
No, I won't yet
I wanna be beside her
She wanna be admired
I said, "please don't make this harder"
No, I won't yet