Whiskey - Alex Nauva
Composer：Alexander Lancelot Grünig
So give me whiskey an ***
I wanna shoot myself sky high good bye
Thinking too much really sucks
Tell me my future
I don't wanna know
Bye bye
Don't wanna work nine to five
Get rid of the machine
So lend a hand would you
'Cause you are stuck in it too
So free your mind and then
Your stress and pain will fade too
Oh is it that different
Am I really just a friend
Oh is it that different
Am I really just a friend
I wanna call you up all the time
I feel guilty I only smiled
Waking isn't that fresh and fine
My dreams are comforting and wild
Oh is it that different
Am I really just a friend
Oh is it that different
Am I really just a friend
Oh is it that different
Am I really just a friend
