Text1.ru Blink-182 - Natives

I'm like a cat in a cage, locked up
And battered and bruised.
I am the prodigal son,
A shameful prodigy too.
I am the love of your life,
Battering ram, and confused.
I turn each day into night;
I stand there waiting for you.
There is desire to fight,
But I have nothing to prove.
With the crowd and some lights,
I start to feel things move.
Do you have something to hide;
'cause I think that we all do.
I am a child inside;
Back up and give me some room.

I'm just a bastard child,
Don't let it go to your head.
I'm just a waste of your time,
Maybe I'm better off dead.
You turn us loose in the night,
I'm fucking Jekyll and Hyde.
We'll have the time of our lives,
Although we're dying inside.

So let me go. Just let me go.
I'd rather go in alone.
So let me go. Just let me go.
I'm never coming home.

Don't start to panic for me,
'cause I have nothing to lose.
I am as bright as the sun,
I burn up all that I choose.
Up on the side of a field,
I see a city with life.
I touch her face and I kneel,
She tells me she's not alive.
I am too nervous to run,
The kids who scatter and hide.
To reach and grab for someone,
But end up buried alive.
The world is waiting for me,
A world that I rarely use.
I start to feel my feet,
They kick down walls as they move.

I'm just a bastard child,
Don't let it go to your head.
I'm just a waste of your time,
Maybe I'm better off dead.
You turn us loose in the night,
I'm fucking Jekyll and Hyde.
We'll have the time of our lives,
Although we're dying inside.

So let me go. Just let me go.
I'd rather go in alone.
So let me go. Just let me go.
I'm never coming home.


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