Lyrics

[Intro] This is where we're gonna really— This is where we're really gonna miss the crowd for— Just have to sing along at home [Verse 1] Cut off your nose to spite your friends Breathing holes that will never end, and Speak all you want or just pretend Because she thinks she is a different class So she sits all day by the looking glass, and It doesn't talk, it doesn't last [Chorus] But it's not what I've heard, you know A picture speaks a thousand words But, baby, don't feel down I left my heart in a provincial town, yeah [Verse 2] You sold your souls for magic beans Don't bеlieve all you read on computеr screens, oh These things, they mean nothing to me Ripped and stained, came off the track You go there once then you don't come back, oh Good, that's what I say [Chorus] But it's not what I've heard, you know it Cut your losses, shoot the poets Or one day, you'll come down To find yourself in a provincial town, yeah [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] But it's not what I've heard, you know A picture speaks a thousand words But, baby, don't feel down I left my heart in a provincial town, yeah But it's not what I've heard, you know it Cut your losses, shoot the poets Or one day, you'll come down, oh To find yourself in a provincial town, yeah [Outro] Merci beaucoup