Three Days Grace "Expectations" lyrics

Expectations

Baby, innocentIs one day gonna be decadentProm Queen, Miss AmericaIn the backseat in a pair of cuffsSixteen, little runawayFrom the Five-O and you got awayFrom a small town with no sceneLooking for a shot on the big screen

ExpectationsGo to hellExpectationsGo to hell

Not so innocentOn the street hustlingNever be Miss AmericaIn the backseat of a CelicaCrashing with a deadbeatLiving large on a love seatIn a small town, no sceneTurns out it was nothing but a pipe dream

ExpectationsGo to hellExpectationsGo to hell

Rich girl, wannabeBought a quick pick for the lotteryWatching TV with her boyfriendFell asleep, left the ticket on the nightstandHe stayed awake to see the ball dropTurned it way down, she never woke upGrabbed the keys to her car in the back lotThrew a shot of Jack back, left with the jackpot

ExpectationsGo to hellProm Queen, Miss AmericaIn the backseat in a pair of cuffs

ExpectationsGo to hellNever be Miss AmericaIn the backseat in a pair of cuffs

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