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First Lines
04:00
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Writing first lines reminds me of leaving
With no idea how and when
Should I start grieving
Reminds me of decision unable to call back
Sick of buying life wrapped in a family pack
And saving some for later
Then it's gone off before you wake up next morning
That's probably why is it nowadays this boring
Hey buddy, 's the story?
I wish I could say I'm doing this for glory
That'd at least fit into this weird season of
People doing good stuff for the wrong reason
And the source is fading and we are craving
I want love / hate / pain
Whatever it takes
I want love / hate / pain
I wanna feel again
So here we are staring into our glasses
Eyes empty, it's kinda impressive
How has it changed as the devil's rising
Maybe you're still lucky with your eyes on the horizon
And I'm jealous, I envy you
I can't remember how it felt back then when it was all good
Maybe I'm just in the mood but hell
There has to be a way
There has to be someone to hurt
To hurt me so deep so I can feel again
I can't understand but still I don't want to leave
Every breath takes away a part of me
It's like I have to force myself into every single heartbeat
It's just a phase of life I hope
Has to be
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With Love
03:55
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I'm not responsible for your f-d up lives
So why the looks everytime I get on the bus
Oh, I can see how you wish me I'd drown
I wish you all the best
Good luck
With love
If you could only see how ridiculous you are
Holding onto traditions based on uneven ground
Even if I wanted to try to copy your style
My conscience wouldn't let me
And I'd lose my pride
So protect
Your so called values
Protect
Misery and fear
(I'm gonna) Defend
My beliefs
And protest
Against everything you like
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W.W.Y.D.
03:12
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So here I stand
Another cold morning
Looking in the mirror
Shaving and hoping
Praying for the apocalypse to come
Apocalypse now, smash it all down
Down with all the people who make me feel this way
Born into democracy; growing up into slave
I'm nearly thirty, living rent to rent
I can't escape the feeling I've been born to fail
So I'm riding the razor up and down my face
Shaking cold and scared, lack of any grace
Praying for a direction, new philosophy
Maybe it's already there but I can't see
Running out of money, running out of power
Makes it pretty difficult to smile, it's getting harder
Then I could ever ever imagine
Succes for one, another calls it sin
It's like some creepy reality show
I'm feeling being watched wherever I go
And the way out might be right under my nose
I hope I find it before it's closed
And I believe you feel the same
When the days are getting shorter and it starts to rain
Looking for a safe place where you fit but
What Would You Do
If Jesus still lived
I guess you'd turn your head and let it slip
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