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Here comes your song, it's on the radio Here comes your song, here comes your song Everybody in the backseat, come and sing along We're fucked, we're fucked There's been an accident, somebody stole your face We're fucked, we're fucked You were always something else, there's nothing to replace You got some shit to throw out You got some numbers to erase Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers Ringing all night, it's slower than the bar Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers How do you spell Look way around or replace those numbers? Here comes your song, it's on the stereo So turn it on, so turn it up Everybody in the backseat's about to throw up We're fucked, we're fucked There's been a tragedy, hardly words remind us, baby We're fucked, we're fucked Fuck, you walked in a piece, this isn't war and peace Letras de canciones You were always good enough There was nothing to replace You got some shit to throw out You got some numbers to erase You got names to forget Plus some people to call There was nothing to replace You've been good enough all along You just got settled in And you wanna get down And feel like you are loved Feel like you are loved Nobody's mad at you These people love you And they wanna see you are bein' strong Wanna see you are bein' strong So lose no numbers, numbers, numbers Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers Numbers, numbers, numbers So lose no numbers, numbers, numbers Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers Numbers So lose the numbers, numbers, numbers Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers Numbers So lose the numbers, numbers, numbers Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers The names and the phone Here comes your song, it's on the stereo Here comes your song, it's on the radio Here comes your song, here comes your song We're fucked, we're fucked And hung up alone From Letras Mania