Sam Rourke - 100 Strangers lyrics

[Verse 1] You've got to get out son You got your back against the wall And the end has just begun And this place, there's a hundred strangers and i hardly know one face And I sold my soul to the night I'm a waste of time yet I've got to try [Hook] We're all worrying, about the same things The end cannot begin at the start We're all worrying, about the same things The end cannot begin at the start [Verse 2] Spit your words out son, they cling to your lips like they're trying to hold on And i like to tread the boards of avenues with open eyes But I'm fine, my head isn't there And I'm losing out but I'm trying not to care [Hook] We're all worrying, about the same things The end cannot begin at the start We're all worrying, about the same things The end cannot begin at the start