The Kooks - Kids Lyrics

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Kids

Kids Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Kids By The Kooks?
Sitting in my room painting the world
And the kids are not alright Good England thrown to the wolves And the lunatics taking over Heaven I found under my demons And the smoking gun that you found Lying on the ground I'm just sitting painting the world And the kids are not alright When I don't have a choice, that's when I find my voice I'm not trying to be what you want me to be I'm not your friend, I'm your Queen You're quickly losing your scene I'm not trying to be what you want me to be Woah (woah woah) Woah (woah woah) Woah (woah woah) Woah The kids are not alright Standing up in front of a mountain And I don't want to fight The clouds answer to no one They don't need the sun The streets are dark and the gas light leads me Soon I'm out of sight Howling back Back at the moon I'm just sitting painting the world And the kids are not alright When I don't have a choice That's when I find my voice I'm not trying to be what you want me to be I'm not your friend, I'm your Queen You're quickly losing your scene I'm not trying to be what you want me to be Woah (woah woah) Woah (woah woah) Woah (woah woah) Woah The kids are not alright Woah (woah woah) Woah (woah woah) Woah (woah woah) Woah (woah woah) Woah (woah woah) Woah The kids are not alright |
Who Wrote Kids By The Kooks?
Luke Pritchard, Brandon Friesen
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What's The Duration Of The Kids By The Kooks?The duration of Kids is 3:40 minutes and seconds. |
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