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The Front Bottoms - Grand Finale Lyrics



The Front Bottoms - Grand Finale Lyrics




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
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
Empty wine bottles in my room
When I wake up I think of you
It's our grand finale
Drugstore, twenty-four hour market
We'll go before we see
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
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
It's the last act of a dying cellphone
Last call of a desperate man
A strange sense of relief
Strange sense of relief
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
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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
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
Empty wine bottles in my room
When I wake up I think of you
It's our grand finale
Drugstore, twenty-four hour market
We'll go before we see
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
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
It's the last act of a dying cellphone
Last call of a desperate man
A strange sense of relief
Strange sense of relief
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
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Writer: Brian Sella, Mathew Uychich, Nicholas Michael Furlong
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




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Performed by: The Front Bottoms
Written by: Brian Sella, Mathew Uychich, Nicholas Michael Furlong
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