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I don’t know what has gotten into me tonight, but I don’t feel alright.
I ride my broken bike from your bedroom to mine, and I want to die.
My body feels as if it isn’t mine, there’s someone trapped inside.
And through she might scream and whine and shout,
I doubt that I could ever let her out.
(I’m never gonna let her out.)

This isn’t who I am,
I know that I’ll be happier in time but
This isn't who I am.

Your stockings have a ladder up the side, but you don’t seem to mind.
Can I stay at yours tonight? I left my keys behind I was so fucking high.
There’s people standing waiting for a ride, from the next taxi in line.
And they’re trying to pick a fight, with every single fuckboy that walks by.
And they catch my eye, but they let us go by.

This isn’t who I am,
I know that I’ll be happier in time but
This isn't who I am.

And all your friends will try to tell you
That this isn’t worth your fucking time.
But I know you won’t reply.
You’re so in love and so am I.

This isn’t who I am,
I know that I’ll be happier in time but
This isn't who I am.

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from This Isn't Who I Am / Girlcrush, released March 30, 2016

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The Football Club Footscray, Australia

The Football Club are a folk-punk band from Footscray. They sing sad songs with big drunken choruses and heaped mouthfuls of words, telling stories on topics like sexuality, gender, friendship, and cheap red wine.

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