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Back Home
02:27
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It's getting kinda late, the street lights illuminate, we know it's our cue to our homes,
sleep off the days events, didn't have to pay rent, if only we had fucking known
Take me back to those days, back to my old childish ways where you woke up quick,
stayed home from school real sick, if we had only fucking known
I don't wanna be the one to say this shit is just for fun, but hey man I guess that's why we try
What happened to those years, thinking of it just brings tears, but hey man o guess that's why we try
Take me back to those days, back to my old childish ways, where you eat lunch quick,
got in trouble for playing sick, If we had only fucking known
Now im sitting here all alone, wishing I could go back home, I close my eyes and I picture you there
Standing infront of me, a shadow of what I used to be, I can't help myself but stare
Take me back to those days, back to my old childish ways, where we didn't know how to kiss,
met you on the school yard I missed your lips, if we had only fucking known
I guess those days are gone, done and spent we had our fun, just try to live it while you're there.
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Left Alone
01:52
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What if you told you that noone is friendly, and what if i told you i already know
Toxic and evil there's no more good people, except for maybe me and you
What if i told ya that nobodies perfect, everyone lies and everyones worthless
We live our whole lives with masks on our faces,wear them at home and in public places
Nobody look at me, nobody talk to me, I just wanna be left alone
Nobody look at me nobody talk to me, i just wanna be on my own
What if i told you that everything sucks, i'm all out of liquor i'm all out of luck.
Those thoughts they come back to me they wanna prove to me that everything i thought was totally wrong
Nobody look at me, nobody talk to me I just wanna be left alone,
Nobody look at me, nobody talk to me i just wanna be on my own
On my own
On my own
Left alone
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Lost Boy
02:26
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Holding Me Down
02:01
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Stop and smell the roses, listen up and hear the noises, this is real life now boy
Get your finger out your nose and clean your ears and dont forget them, dont forget the heart is not a toy
You can drink your milk and say your prayers, but the one saving you is not upstairs
youre an adult now so get it out of your head that you have somewhere to go when you end up dead
Stop and smel the roses listen up and hear the noises, this is real life now boy
Get your finger out your nose and clean yuor ears and dont forget them, dont forget your life is not a toy
look both ways when you cross the street, gotta make sure thr ground is glued to your feet
gotta weight them down, try some cement and some chains, is that the right choice? Are you the one to blame?
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5. |
Ctrl Alt Del
01:38
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