A Holiday turn worlds away
For everyone when will they come
I sit and count the passing days
Thinking when i was young
Nothing's syncing
It's all sick and everything's fuked
And nothing is ever new to me
Born a freak so i fill my pockets
And save a bit for you
serenity nothing for me
My head fell a clean above me
A anxious heart pushed to extremes
I wonder when i will make how long
Nothing's syncing
It's all sick and everything's fuked
And nothing is ever new to me
Born a freak so i fill my pockets
And save a bit for you
For them for them it's done much more than this
For them for them until i'm lost in this yeah

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