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Router Shlim
05:13
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Come on pick me up, dead at the bus stop
dreaming on, singning songs like i cant stop
come on dance with me im living like i couldnt stop
while you try to find your way to the bus stop
Swing your hands I couldnt care less
if there is no air, mind is going, high
it doesnt share, learning to be, god
like the world would care for me if I'd be good or not
god is dead, our god is dead
with your mind that doesnt know why, whats left or next
got my hands all dirty in another life
daddy's girl getting good, playing with the knifes
tought i knew myself. greetings my new friends
are you an enemy? should I be on edge?
soul doesnt listen, body moving slow
why try to find the meaning when you dont know what you mean?
Ref
I could be, I could be what you want what you could see
I would try to be to please to find what you want me to be
Im a man, Im none of these things
I play the danger toy with she the soldier child is in to me
Yes Im a man
its (its) its (inside)
Never gonna hide,
allways gonna say
with you babe
its (its) its (inside)
Wont you go and prey
while i sit and stay
Nevermind
its (its) its (inside)
what should I do?
I am so confused
Its a fact
Ref
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2. |
T A N K
07:09
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I'll be like,
Sticking to my guns and running around the house
While you,
Fill up my glass and quench out my thirst
They'd be like,
Slow down gal, there’s no need to run, Hun’
Quit the urge kid, you're just a bag of skin white,
Plain lemon taste, like a stare, at the look at the textures! (mmh mmh yeah)
Son of hell, there’s no need to relate
Just wanting to be the teacher of the things I've never learnt so,
Play your gun games and when you'll be done,
When the backup let you, down
Found out they couldn’t, run
Metal monster, not dare to be shut down
Caviar, cigarette, sitting there, with his suitcase
Crawling through dust and sand, a piece of shit we call a shame
For me it's all the same (Oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh)
Why do you, let the truth
Haunting you
Cause you can't hide
When you already know that,
You already know that you
Can't quite seem, to see through the fumes
Once I ate the apple's flesh as a guest then I
Spread its words
The acid turned a mess it felt up my throats cords then I
I'm born boarded, got stuck up in this hoard
Well I won't count the sheeps to sleep
I'll be, blessed once I count the least
And I, I don't want you to mind me while I'm humming
I don't want you to mind me while I'm buzzing
But the salad needs a tossing and I won't make my mind on the seasoning
So dress it up, and I'm messed up yup
We ionized our comprehension
Shouldn’t we have found a better reason?
Not surprising our civilization
Hasn’t found his self-appreciation
(x2)
And we're heading, for disaster
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