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You've got to get out son |
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You got your back against the wall |
| [00:21.52] |
And the end has just begun |
| [00:24.19] |
And this place, there's a hundred strangers and I hardly know one face |
| [00:30.11] |
And I sold my soul to the night |
| [00:34.60] |
I'm a waste of time yet I've got to try |
| [00:40.45] |
We're all worrying, about the same things |
| [00:46.18] |
The end cannot begin at the start |
| [00:51.91] |
We're all worrying, about the same things |
| [00:57.62] |
The end cannot begin at the start |
| [01:15.43] |
Spit your words out son, they cling to your lips like they're trying to hold on |
| [01:21.75] |
And I like to tread the boards of avenues with open eyes |
| [01:27.51] |
But I'm fine, my head isn't there |
| [01:31.89] |
And I'm losing out but I'm trying not to care |
| [01:37.80] |
We're all worrying, about the same things |
| [01:43.67] |
The end cannot begin at the start |
| [01:49.26] |
We're all worrying, about the same things |
| [01:55.05] |
The end cannot begin at the start |
