Holly - Nick Waterhouse

Holly likes the local color

Six of one is half a dozen of the other

I’ve seen her

Walking home alone

Lookin' at her phone

Missing curbs

Without

Without

Without the net she thinks is under her

Oh, boom

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

If nights are dead in the Gold Room

You could always take a swerving drive, well

When you hear the shots

They come two, three at a time

Friends say «Those are other lives

Certainly not mine

Certainly not mine»

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Boom, boom, boom

Oh, it’s all right

I say, it’s all right

Holly

Holly

Well

Whoo

Yeah

Holly likes

Holly likes

A Holly piace il colore locale

Sei di uno è mezza dozzina dell'altro

L'ho vista

Camminando a casa da solo

Guardando il suo telefono

Cordoli mancanti

Privo di

Privo di

Senza la rete che pensa sia sotto di lei

Oh, boom

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Se le notti sono morte nella Gold Room

Potresti sempre prendere una sterzata di guida, beh

Quando senti gli spari

Vengono due, tre alla volta

Gli amici dicono «Quelle sono altre vite

Di certo non mio

Di certo non mio»

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Boom Boom boom

Oh, va tutto bene

Dico, va tutto bene

Agrifoglio

Agrifoglio

Bene

Whoo

Sì

Ad Holly piace

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