We're decadent beyond our means, we've a zeal
We feel the things they'll never feel
They're solemn in their wealth, we're high in our poverty
We see the things they never see

Wanderlust
With us, the world feels voluptuous
I just feel more, with us
It's a feeling that I've come to trust

Now that you answer to me
I'll tell you how I wanna feel
Now that the walls have been broke
I'll tell you how I wanna feel

Wanderlust
With us, the world feels voluptuous
I just feel more, with us
It's a feeling that I've come to trust
It's a feeling that I've come to trust
It's a feeling that I've come

Don't confuse me with someone who gives a fuck
Funny how that little pound will buy a lot of luck
Don't confuse me with someone who gives a fuck
In your mother tongue, what's the verb to suck?

Don't confuse me with someone who gives a fuck
Funny how that little pound will buy a lot of luck
Don't confuse me with someone who gives a fuck
In your mother tongue, what's the verb to suck?

Don't confuse me with someone who gives a fuck
Funny how that little pound will buy a lot of luck Writer/s: BEN LITTLE, CHRISTOPHER ROBERT TALBOT, HAYDEN NORMAN THORPE, THOMAS WILLIAM FLEMING
Publisher: DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
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