Sam Smith & Company From Heathens to Devils

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You’ve got a grip so tight it keeps me up all night yeah
Like a loaded gun
But I feel I’ve got a noose tied around my shoes when
I need to run

And I, don’t need anyone

You’re gonna sit easy with a small time wage
You’ll be clocking for the nightshift while I’m touring the states
Polishing your name tag whilst I’m sinking the booze
The only line you’ll have on me is on the news
But I’ll be drinking Whiskey to perfect my rage
Wine from a chalice to forget my age
Your grips so tight, it keeps me up all night
But I’ve got sticks of dynamite

And I, don’t need anyone