Song parody of
Saying Goodbye
by Contour
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This manufactured cloud I take around
This artifact, not making sense
The stock, it rise, it rises, it rises still
I cash it in and I pay my rent, hey, hey
To look me in the eyes, to know my strife
God shield the one who played the role
Won't do it, not this-, not, no, not this time
To say goodbye, I'll say goodbye, I'll say goodbye
I wonder if my organs work outside
I want the ride, I don't want to arrive
I'm tired of holding (tired of holding, tired of holding)
I'm getting older (I'm getting older, getting older)
I found the order that I can't abide
I try to hold them, hold them in my hands
Not tired of moving (not tired of moving, tired of moving)
I try to lose it (try to lose it, try to lose it)
I wonder if my organs work outside
I want the ride, I don't want to arrive
I'm tired of holding, tired of holding
Getting older, I'm getting older
This manufactured cloud I take around
This artifact, not making sense
The stock, it rise, it rise, it rises still
I cash it in, I pay my rent
To look me in the eye, to know my strife
God shield the one who played the role
Won't do it, not this-, not, no, not this time
To say goodbye, I'll say goodbye, I'll say goodbye
(I pay my rent, I pay my rent)
This manufactured cloud I take around
This artifact, not making sense
The stock, it rise, it rises, it rises still
I cash it in and I pay my rent, hey, hey
To look me in the eyes, to know my strife
God shield the one who played the role
Won't do it, not this-, not, no, not this time
To say goodbye, I'll say goodbye, I'll say goodbye
I wonder if my organs work outside
I want the ride, I don't want to arrive
I'm tired of holding (tired of holding, tired of holding)
I'm getting older (I'm getting older, getting older)
I found the order that I can't abide
I try to hold them, hold them in my hands
Not tired of moving (not tired of moving, tired of moving)
I try to lose it (try to lose it, try to lose it)
I wonder if my organs work outside
I want the ride, I don't want to arrive
I'm tired of holding, tired of holding
Getting older, I'm getting older
This manufactured cloud I take around
This artifact, not making sense
The stock, it rise, it rise, it rises still
I cash it in, I pay my rent
To look me in the eye, to know my strife
God shield the one who played the role
Won't do it, not this-, not, no, not this time
To say goodbye, I'll say goodbye, I'll say goodbye
(I pay my rent, I pay my rent)
