A bit to late, to try to turn back now Make things right, now, lights shine on me A big flight light in the stars Until the day comes, were lost, in my
You're power mad You want everybody to act like you Talking your honey to people It's venom you really say Let's act rich and let's dress vogue Hide
I?m leaving again for the second time around You better believe, that this was all just a joke to me And as I look down on them, I repeat these words
1985 you're seventeen and you're about to explode Your mum and your dad never understood You just want to burn So you start a band And do the best you
You talk then you stop then you look at the mop-headed kid Who is right by your side He feels great as he takes all the jokes you create And he'll steal
Never meant to hurt you, I don't know why You come with your lawyers and your alibi How can you look me straight in the eye When you know The clock on
Why can't you see? You shouldn't have Generated all this bullshit While you had the chance The power that you have is such a waste No don't try to extend
Don't put your hand in the pockets that feed you You might not get it out Remember the weight of the yellowish night No cat is for this dull world I
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Stunned, caught by surprise Cause I thought you were the one Now you?re gone without a reason why Still don?t know what made you run You let me suck
Some issues will stay unanswered Making room for speculation The one thing we know for certain Religious beliefs are based on mythology Confirmed by history
Never meant to hurt you I don't know why You come with your lawyers and your alibi How can you look me straight in the eye When you know The clock on
i'm leaving again for the second time alright you better believe that this was all just a joke to me and as i look down on them i repeat these words in
bag full of oily rags, fifty cent lighter dreams of retirement in Cancun burning ever brighter there's a lot of ways to make money in this world but i
bag full of oily rags, fifty cent lighter dreams of retirement in Cancun burning ever brighter there's a lot of ways to make money in this world but
You use to be the one I called home, stable as a house built brick by brick. Yet the slightest of winds knocked the foundation right off the ground and