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Days of Sorrow
02:46
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I started gnashing my teeth again
im biting my nails to the bone like the day
before I heard the news
that made me lose my head
I don’t want to stay home
even if I try I cant keep calm
Cuz everything around here reminds me
of the best and worst, of the days of sorrow
I thought I left behind
I started drinking my brains again
my head is dragging me down
where ive been before
I have to say I really hate this place
You took me out for a long ride
now I got lost and I am really tired
of not being enough, now I am dead
and im a ghost of what is left of you and me
Now im a ghost of what we were
Now my head is full of movie lines
Bukowski poems and fear of heights
the best and worst in black and white
Like a puppy dog you left behind
The days of sorrow
I thought I left behind
The days of sorrow
I thought I left behind
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The Longest Break
02:15
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Well, it started as joke to pass the time
To not choke, while we swallow our surrounding issues
And no, we didn’t fell apart we were just growing up
trying to change the world around us
And now, we are here to heal the wounds
the same but getting old,
trying to leave behind the rage and pain
the same old friends, the same old tunes
And no, we didn’t fell apart we were just taking time
collecting scars, to sing about them
and now I have to raise my glass and toast and I am so proud to say
that I love what we’ve become, tru all these years
and now, we are here to heal the wounds
the same but getting old, trying to leave behind the rage and pain
the same old friends, the same old tunes
ten years has gone so fast but here they come again
ten years messing around with projects and pills and pain
we’ve been apart but life will always find the way
ten years, the longest break we had but the toys are still so dead
and now, we are here to heal the wounds
the same but getting old, trying to leave behind the rage and pain
the same old friends, the same old tunes
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May 26th
03:03
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No matter how hard i try to make a song for You
The words will never be right, will make no sense at all
I wrote down this verse, i wrote down a couple more
I know you know, and the chorus explains it all
I miss the beat without your heartbeats
I still can't handle may 26th
You left a void so full of silence
Phone rings with violence, on may 26th...
I wont lie no more
I havent cried since you have gone
You didn't say a word
You left a note , left me alone
I miss the beat without your heartbeats
I still can't handle may 26th
You left a void so full of silence
Phone rings with violence, on may 26th...
Its been four years now and im still trying to hack My brain
Trying to forget that the sea took your life away
It's been four years now and im still trying to hack My brain
Its been four years now...
I miss the beat without your heartbeats
I still can't handle may 26th
You left a void so full of silence
Phone rings with violence, on may 26th...
Its been four years now and im still trying to hack My brain
(I still cant handle may 26th)
Trying to forget that the sea took your life away
(I still cant handle may 26th)
It's been four years now and im still trying to hack My brain
(I still cant handle may 26th)
Its been four years now...
(I still cant handle may 26th)
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4. |
Losing my Religion
03:10
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