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Every day I'm waiting for |
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The airport bars and the fading shores |
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To clean my heart from all the rust |
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That stayed when nothing ever changed |
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I'm just a kid with imaginary future |
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So tired of being nice |
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To all these idiots around |
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Building on jealousy and fear |
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I don't know if we live or drown |
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Or where to belong in this dead town |
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And when there's no return from hell |
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Well then there's no return from hell |
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And you wouldn't have to read to know |
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The witch hunt never died |
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Here's again something to rip apart |
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For the petty little soldiers of Graceland |
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And all those things I've never seen |
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While working pointless jobs to waste |
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Still backed by tainted nature force |
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By the ****ed up choirs of the kitchen whores |
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I don't know if we live or drown |
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Or where to belong in this dead town |
| [02:24.00] |
And when there's no return from hell |
| [02:27.29] |
Well then there's no return from hell |
| [02:30.40] |
I don't know if we live or drown |
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Or where to belong in this dead town |
| [02:37.13] |
And when there's no return from hell |
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Well then there's no return from hell |
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It can break your heart |
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Take your mind |
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It can bury your soul |
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And all the colours in it |
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Break your heart |
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Take your mind |
| [02:52.56] |
It can bury your soul |
| [02:54.71] |
And all the colours in it |
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Break your heart |
| [02:57.57] |
Take your mind |
| [02:59.40] |
It can bury your soul |
| [03:00.77] |
And all the colours in it |
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Break your heart |
| [03:04.50] |
Take your mind |
| [03:05.57] |
It can bury your soul |
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And all the colours in it |