There is a room with all the views you'd care to see
But every window shines on basic vanity
And all the doors are safely under lock and key
And you won't see me
There is a room with all the news you'd care to know
But every window's closed and the winds have changed long blow
And all the doors are painted indigo
And you won't see me
And you can't complain
That you're not just like all the others
It's a forfeit game
And you go running to your mothers
When you can't explain
How you're not just like all the others
No restitution for the wicked
Fables and troubles
Long'd you have carried on a world within your grasp
Too many hands to hold up everything you asked
To your heart talking to see clearly you can't last
And you won't see me
Come in
And you can't complain
That you're not just like all the others
It's a forfeit game
And you go running to your mothers
When you can't explain
How you're not just like all the others
No restitution for the wicked
Fables and troubles
Fables and troubles
Secrets and lies
Word on the street goes
One little bird always knows
And you can't complain
That you're not just like all the others
It's a forfeit game
And you go running to your mothers
When you can't explain
How you're not just like all the others
No restitution for the wicked
Fables and troubles
No restitution for the wicked
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Amelia Curran - Fables & Troubles Lyrics
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There is a room with all the views you'd care to see
But every window shines on basic vanity
And all the doors are safely under lock and key
And you won't see me
There is a room with all the news you'd care to know
But every window's closed and the winds have changed long blow
And all the doors are painted indigo
And you won't see me
And you can't complain
That you're not just like all the others
It's a forfeit game
And you go running to your mothers
When you can't explain
How you're not just like all the others
No restitution for the wicked
Fables and troubles
Long'd you have carried on a world within your grasp
Too many hands to hold up everything you asked
To your heart talking to see clearly you can't last
And you won't see me
Come in
And you can't complain
That you're not just like all the others
It's a forfeit game
And you go running to your mothers
When you can't explain
How you're not just like all the others
No restitution for the wicked
Fables and troubles
Fables and troubles
Secrets and lies
Word on the street goes
One little bird always knows
And you can't complain
That you're not just like all the others
It's a forfeit game
And you go running to your mothers
When you can't explain
How you're not just like all the others
No restitution for the wicked
Fables and troubles
No restitution for the wicked
But every window shines on basic vanity
And all the doors are safely under lock and key
And you won't see me
There is a room with all the news you'd care to know
But every window's closed and the winds have changed long blow
And all the doors are painted indigo
And you won't see me
And you can't complain
That you're not just like all the others
It's a forfeit game
And you go running to your mothers
When you can't explain
How you're not just like all the others
No restitution for the wicked
Fables and troubles
Long'd you have carried on a world within your grasp
Too many hands to hold up everything you asked
To your heart talking to see clearly you can't last
And you won't see me
Come in
And you can't complain
That you're not just like all the others
It's a forfeit game
And you go running to your mothers
When you can't explain
How you're not just like all the others
No restitution for the wicked
Fables and troubles
Fables and troubles
Secrets and lies
Word on the street goes
One little bird always knows
And you can't complain
That you're not just like all the others
It's a forfeit game
And you go running to your mothers
When you can't explain
How you're not just like all the others
No restitution for the wicked
Fables and troubles
No restitution for the wicked
Writer: Amelia Curran
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing