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Before that drink down your throat sinks, can I ask what brought you to the brink. Lifeâs persecution with no restitution, self destruction ainât the solution.
Gotta be a better way to go, than buried by the snow. More to this than what we felt, waiting for the sun to melt.
Sittin here sweating in my chair, try to find a reason to care. Those little ones with itchy feet crawl on my face, do what you gotta do ainât no disgrace.
Gotta be a better way to go, than buried by the snow. More to this than what we felt, waiting for the sun to melt. Gotta be a better way to go, than buried by the snow. More to this than what we felt, waiting for the sun to melt.
Sittin here sweating in my chair, try to find a reason to care. Those little ones with itchy feet crawl on my face, do what you gotta do ainât no disgrace. Been dreamin all day, never been much to say. Donât know if I did anything good, but when I was a kid they all told me I would.
Gotta be a better way to go, than buried by the snow. More to this than what we felt, waiting for the sun to melt. Gotta be a better way to go, than buried by the snow. More to this than what we felt, waiting for the sun to melt.
- Álbum:
- Sell The Lie