[00:00.00]Boomerang - Hooverphonic
[00:09.77]He likes to play an electric guitar
[00:14.03]He does sing but not in a choir
[00:17.97]He thinks he's cool with his 19” tires
[00:22.27]Got the looks but he's playing with fire
[00:26.12]Always comes back like a boomerang back to me
[00:34.29]The words of a liar do hurt like breaking a knee
[00:43.24]Sober feels out of control
[00:47.16]Evenings are high mornings are low
[00:51.32]He can't accept that he's getting thirty
[00:55.48]He's oh so slow never in a hurry
[00:59.51]Always comes back like a boomerang back to me
[01:04.28]The words of a liar do hurt like breaking a knee
[01:16.11]He serves desire with hurt as a potion to me
[01:33.32]Whenever he's gone he reinvents the word free
[01:39.08]Always comes back like a boomerang back to me
[01:47.52]The words of a liar do hurt like breaking a knee
[01:52.83]Always comes back like a boomerang back to me
[02:00.21]The words of a liar do hurt like breaking a knee