You've read the books
You've watched the shows
What's the best way no one knows, yeah
Meditated, yeah, hypnotized
Anything to take from your mind
But it won't, no
You're doing all these things out of desperation
You're going through six degrees of seperation
You hear the drinking, take a toll
Watch the past go up in smoke
Fake a smile, yeah, lie and say that
You're better now than ever, and your life's okay
Well it's not, no
You're doing all these things out of desperation
You're going through six degrees of seperation
First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth
Is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little
No, no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself
No, no, there ain't no help, it's every man for himself
You tell your friends, yeah, strangers too
Anyone throwing an arm around you, yeah
Tarrot cards
Gems and stones
Believing all that shit is gonna heal ya soul
We'll it's not, no
You're doing all these things out of desperation
You're going through six degrees of seperation
First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth
Is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little
No there's no starting over
Without finding closure
You take them back
No hesitation
That's when you know you've reached the six degrees of seperation
No there's no starting over,
Without finding closure,
You take them back,
No hesitation,
That's when you know you've reached the six degrees of seperation
First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth
Is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little
No, no, there ain't no help, it's every man for himself
Oh, you're going through six degrees of seperation
No, no, there ain't no help, it's every man for himself
Oh, you're going through six degrees of seperation
No, no, there ain't no help, it's every man for himself
My mother aint no help, it's every man for himself |
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Adele:
Michal Horák:
