作曲：Dan Lyons+Crispin Hunt+Misty Miller

Don't go chasing stars

You won't see what a star you are

Don't climb those walls

I've seen some people fall

Don't get so high

It only makes you lie

They call it obsession

But here's my correction

Babe you're only regressin'

They call it 'depression'

Like an Elvis convention

It's just a little miswearin'

Let's go succeed

Finally we'll be on your beach

Still I bet they'll try

To separate us every night

They call it obsession

But here's my correction

Babe you're only regressin'

They call it 'depression'

Like an Elvis convention

It's just a little miswearin'

I won't be forever

You won't stick around

Birds of a feather

Will hit the ground

One day

They call it obsession

But here's my correction

Babe you're only regressin'

They call it 'depression'

Like an Elvis convention

It's just a little miswearin'

You make me sick

I don't know why

All the other boys try

They run around town

Doin' all that brown

I'm comin' down

Same place but a different town

I promise I promise I promise

I promise you I'll wait

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Ba-a o-oh