I wanna be forgotten,
and I don't wanna be reminded
You say, 'please don't make this harder.'
No, I won't yet.
I wanna be beside her.
She wanna be admired.
You say, 'please don't make this hareder.'
No, I won't yet.
Oh dear, is it really all true?
Did they offend us and they want it to sound new?
Top ten ideas for countdown shows...
Whose 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
Oh Tennessee, what did you write?
I come together in the middle of the night.
Oh that's an ending that I can't write, 'cause
I've got you to let me down.
I want to be forgotten,
and I don't wanna be reminded.
You say, 'please don't make this harder.'
No, I won't yet.
I wanna be beside her.
She wanna be admired.
You say, 'please don't make this harder.'
No, I won't yet...
What Ever Happened? - The Strokes
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