Letra de Holiday From Yourself - Matt Maltese

So you've travelled the world

But you don't have the girl

Gibraltar to Malta, maybe to Spain

Verona, Nebraska, it's all in vain

'Cause there's no holiday from yourself

You're who you are and no one else

And it's just hell, but no hotel will ever help

There's no understudy side of stage

You're the only actor in this play

Face the facts: hot white sand can't bring her back

She'll always be the best I had

Good morning to California

Good evening, Louisiana

I used to have a perfect love

We'd talk until our lips fell off

Now there's no holiday from yourself

You're who you are and no one else

And it's just hell, but no hotel will ever help

There's no understudy side of stage

You're the only actor in this play

Face the facts: hot white sand can't change the past

She'll always be the best I had

Palm trees, warm breeze, Capri

Won't bring her back

Palm trees, warm breeze, Capri (Warm breeze)

Won't bring her back

Palm trees, warm breeze, Capri (Palm trees, Capri)

Won't bring her back

Palm trees, warm breeze, Capri (Palm trees, Capri)

Won't bring her back

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