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Tribe
by Radio Fantasy
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Find me in the nicotine line
New suit no boots ‘cause I read it before
The sign hanging there on the door
Shame me for the seventeenth time
I cried, can't decide who needed you more
Think I'll wait to see what's in store
Cause we are falling out of love
You finally call on a Saturday night
Does it feel right
Or should I find my tribe again?
Cause we are running out of hugs
You finally call on a Saturday night
It doesn’t feel right
Guess I should find my tribe again alright
Make time with the tip of your toungue
I sung you the song that you wanted to hear
You said it was the song of the year
I pay for your crime well just look what you’ve done
Spilled milk on the silk from the chandelier
Better hope it doesn't end in tears
Cause we are falling out of love
You finally call on a Saturday night
Does it feel right
Or should I find my tribe again?
Cause we are running out of hugs
You finally call on a Saturday night
It doesn’t feel right
Guess I should find my tribe again alright
Find me in the nicotine line
New suit no boots ‘cause I read it before
The sign hanging there on the door
Shame me for the seventeenth time
I cried, can't decide who needed you more
Think I'll wait to see what's in store
Cause we are falling out of love
You finally call on a Saturday night
Does it feel right
Or should I find my tribe again?
Cause we are running out of hugs
You finally call on a Saturday night
It doesn’t feel right
Guess I should find my tribe again alright
Make time with the tip of your toungue
I sung you the song that you wanted to hear
You said it was the song of the year
I pay for your crime well just look what you’ve done
Spilled milk on the silk from the chandelier
Better hope it doesn't end in tears
Cause we are falling out of love
You finally call on a Saturday night
Does it feel right
Or should I find my tribe again?
Cause we are running out of hugs
You finally call on a Saturday night
It doesn’t feel right
Guess I should find my tribe again alright
