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Fran Vasilić - Hypotheticals (Official Music Video)

COME SEE ME ON TOUR IN 2023: https://linktr.ee/franvasilic STREAM HYPOTHETICALS: https://ffm.to/fran SOCIAL MEDIA: TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@fran.vasilic?... Instagram:   / frnvslc   Twitter:   / franvasilic   Facebook:   / frnvslc   CREDITS: Director: Roko Crnić 3D: Marin Ćosić (@hrapavastr) DOP: Aron Kovačić 1st Camera Assistent, Color correction: Denis Komljenović Script: Roko Crnić, Filip Renić Styling: Ira Rumora Dancer: Eva Kocić Best Boy: Filip Renić LYRICS: And if I changed my hair And the way that I talk And if I got new friends And I cut my moustache off And I knew what to say When the conversation died And I gave better compliments Then "you look really nice" And if I had more fans And if I made more cash And I believed you when you'd say I looked nice And if I changed everything, yeah My whole fucking life Would you please love me then Would you please love me then Would you please love me Please love me Please love me Please love me Please Love me And if I got to see a therapist on time Maybe I could write a message on first try But I’ll waste a whole day choosing “hey” or “hi”, Or “how you’ve been” or “is your day alright?” And if I could stop with hypotheticals, Then this wouldn’t be a hypothetical But it is And I can’t Huh Truthfully I'm tired of being me It's just too exhausting I'm such a crybaby And tragically There are no real problems Now I have to create them So there is a purpose to my worrying I spent some time In the promised land And I spent my love On those who didn't love me back And you waited here But not for me You were waiting just cos you felt like it And now I’m so confused, what is happening? Are you staying here or are you leaving? Say something Say that you love me Huh Truthfully I'm tired of being me It's just too exhausting I'm such a crybaby And tragically There are no real problems Now I have to create them So there is a purpose to my worrying It's 8 o'clock and I just pressed "send" Now my text became some meaningless Binary code just some 1s and 0s Until you gave it a meaning again Truthfully I'm tired of being me It's just too exhausting I'm such a crybaby And tragically There are no real problems So I have to create them So there is a purpose to my worrying (A purpose to my worrying) To my worrying (A purpose to my worrying) To my worrying (A purpose to my worrying) To my worrying (A purpose to my worrying) To my worrying