And do you feel like talking? I'm an open book And if you feel like walking I guess we drunk enough To die, to sink a ship Our lips too dry to kiss I'm clinging onto silhouettes of you, of you
But it's me, myself and Hollywood Just me, myself and Hollywood Me, myself and Hollywood Just me, me And it's me, myself and Hollywood Just me, myself and Hollywood Me, it's just me
And do you feel like talking? From across the room In the english language You know I can't find you Tonight the truth will slip This drink too strong too sip I'm holding onto memories of you, of you
But it's me, myself and Hollywood Just me, myself and Hollywood Me, myself and Hollywood Just me, me And it's me, myself and Hollywood Just me, myself and Hollywood Me, it's just me
Have I been sad like I thought I would? And have I been bad? Or have I been good? In Hollywood, in Hollywood
But it's me, myself and Hollywood Just me, myself and Hollywood Me, myself and Hollywood Just me, myself and Hollywood Me, myself and Hollywood Me, myself and Hollywood
Compositor: Kieran Francis Shudall (Kieran Shudall) (PRS)Editor: Sentric Music Publishing (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #24868443 em 19/Abr/2024