Now I don't mind if I hurt you
And leave this guilt behind.
So here I go burning bridges
Did I play my hand too soon?
So for the first time in my life
Feel like a country boy caught in headlights
I found my rosebud
Arrived in New York City
Felt like a scapegoat before a commitee
I found my rosebud
All this talk of regret, lets go slumming
And start all over again.
The greatest ghost writer couldn't help you
To write a draft of your life
Great minds have spent lifetimes
Looking for answers.
Look at these sandpaper hands
I'm just paid from the neck down.
Your velvet revolution
Chase where it leads you, my friend
It's not like
I said
That I love you
Oh no
Found My Rosebud Video (MV)
Performed By: The Thrills
Length: 4:19
Written by: BEN CARRIGAN, CONOR DEASY, DANIEL PATRICK RYAN, KEVIN HORAN, PADRAIC GARRETT MCMAHON
The Thrills - Found My Rosebud Lyrics
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Now I don't mind if I hurt you
And leave this guilt behind.
So here I go burning bridges
Did I play my hand too soon?
So for the first time in my life
Feel like a country boy caught in headlights
I found my rosebud
Arrived in New York City
Felt like a scapegoat before a commitee
I found my rosebud
All this talk of regret, lets go slumming
And start all over again.
The greatest ghost writer couldn't help you
To write a draft of your life
Great minds have spent lifetimes
Looking for answers.
Look at these sandpaper hands
I'm just paid from the neck down.
Your velvet revolution
Chase where it leads you, my friend
It's not like
I said
That I love you
Oh no
And leave this guilt behind.
So here I go burning bridges
Did I play my hand too soon?
So for the first time in my life
Feel like a country boy caught in headlights
I found my rosebud
Arrived in New York City
Felt like a scapegoat before a commitee
I found my rosebud
All this talk of regret, lets go slumming
And start all over again.
The greatest ghost writer couldn't help you
To write a draft of your life
Great minds have spent lifetimes
Looking for answers.
Look at these sandpaper hands
I'm just paid from the neck down.
Your velvet revolution
Chase where it leads you, my friend
It's not like
I said
That I love you
Oh no
Writer: BEN CARRIGAN, CONOR DEASY, DANIEL PATRICK RYAN, KEVIN HORAN, PADRAIC GARRETT MCMAHON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group