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1st of february (intro)
01:08
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2. |
a drag
01:28
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It's been a drag ever since
So It's right to let It go
Though It feels so wrong
Though It feels so wrong
I don't have any further plans
There is nothing left to say
I've fallen for it once
I've fallen for it twice
The third time just proves a point
third time just proves a point
Don't ask me how I've been
Just get me the fuck
out of here
Forgive me my beloved
'cause I don't know
If I'll make It 'til the end
Was It worth my time (x3)
Time I won't ever get back
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3. |
fever (too high)
03:31
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You shook my hand
at the doorway, It felt strange
I tried for so long
Guess we'll never be friends
I got high in front of my TV
I got so high I couldn't speak
I got high in front of my TV
I got so high I fell asleep
I saw you in that black dress
On your way to my funeral
the Sky turned upside down
the moon fell through the floor
Just as before
a strange feeling in my chest
I can't keep up
already tried my best
I got high in front of my TV
I got so high I couldn't speak
I got high in front of my TV
I got so high I fell asleep
I saw you in that black dress
On your way to my funeral
the Sky turned upside down
the moon fell through the floor
(2x)
Mothers, fathers, sons and daughters,
have some rest
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4. |
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We are the people of many different faces
We are the children of the devil, so they say
Crawling through the days, waiting for the sun
We've done nothing wrong, we've done nothing right
All we want to be is everything we're not
Falling into the holes of passing time
We've done nothing wrong, we've done nothing right
just been waiting here all our fucking lives
I can't recall
faces anymore
I can't recall
my name anymore
I am a man of many different faces
yet all I want to be is everything I'm not
Fallen into the hole of passing time
I've done nothing wrong, I've done nothing right
I can't recall
faces anymore
I can't recall
my name anymore
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5. |
lately
03:23
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Lately we keep on walking
Lately, to nowhere, for nothing
Light me up a cigarette
Walk me to the place we met
Years go by and I can't forget
I was a fool to believe
Maybe It all comes to nothing
Maybe there's no time for longing
Don't get hung up on me
We're not fifteen anymore
Years go by and I can't forget
I was a fool to believe
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6. |
09
03:12
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The Sun above their heads
is the only thing that matters today
They're only kids
that don't know their place
It's really hard to believe
there's a savior out there
Once they realize
things will never be the same
You will see them break
Promises they've made
Chasing after ones
once they used to hate
Oh I hear you say
that things fall into place
but there's too much change
for anyone to bear
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7. |
porcelain head
02:36
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Upstairs lives a man
with a porcelain head
He sings for us
Every now and then
Just knock on his door
You got plenty of time
You've missed your last train home
Oh what's on your mind?
I wish the tales were true
So he could sing to you
This place is getting old
And there's nothing you can do
The train's not coming back
Make yourself at home
'cause this is what you get
There's nothing more to that
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