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Lyricist: The Front Bottoms
Lyrics:
[Verse 1] Encore, night is almost over I'm bored, wanna leave It felt good before, but now it's getting older 'Cause there's no more empathy
[Pre-Chorus] Final firework of summer Your phone falls into the fire It's the last act of a dying cellphone Last call of a desperate man
[Chorus] Empty wine bottles in my room When I wake up, I think of you It's our grand finale
[Verse 2] Drugstore, twenty-four hour market We'll go before we see
[Pre-Chorus] Final firework of summer Your phone falls into the fire It's the last act of a dying cellphone Last call of a desperate man
[Chorus] Empty wine bottles in my room When I wake up, I think of you It's our grand finale
Empty wine bottles in my room When I wake up, I think of you It's our grand finale
[Bridge] It's the last act of a dying cellphone Last call of a desperate man A strange sense of relief Strange sense of relief
[Chorus] Empty wine bottles in my room When I wake up, I think of you It's our grand finale
Empty wine bottles in my room When I wake up, I think of you It's our grand finale LyricsFreak
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