I climb the marble stairs that lead away Away from everything I used to know I try to keep my eyes down on the way A way my mother told me not to go
I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls With vassals and serfs at my side, And of all who assembled within those walls That I was the hope and the pride. I
tant et aussi longtemps qu'la crisse de neige aie sacre l'camp non, c'est pas que j'veux m'enfuir c'est juste que j'ai trouve la Marmotte interieure
Groundhog lives way down in the hole Groundhog lives way down in the hole He's got to hide away from the cold Oh groundhog Groundhog sleeping all winter
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(Mike on lead, w/ Jian harmonizing) dont ya tell me what youre putting in my lunch box dont tell me what your feeding me today, dont fill my head with
I'll meet you past the great divide, yeah Setting sail 'cross darkened dawn Everybody wants something and I want it all Stars are calling, goodnight,
Hobo villa, Hobo need Even dead, fear alone indeed Even dead fear marble eye He been living in a lullaby Machinery overheat Vambo teaching mastery Over
Come warm your hands On hellfire and brimstone Empty the pockets of the innocent victim Bound by fear We misplace trust in your voice Inside these walls
A backseat driver, is that all I'll ever be? Or can I just stand around and wait until the wheel gets shoved at me? I keep thinking about what goes through
A proof of failure is right in front of me, somebody else's happiness to make my knees weak Acting like nothing ever happened I guess nothing ever did
This is too confusing What do you want me to do? Stop with one mistake, only to make a bigger one with you? A silent ring is gaining on me while I'm stopped
Call it panic or a mistake I never really thought about what I'd take Either way, I chose to disregard you I'm all in a knot, and I guess I messed up
Seems like all this time's been wasted not picturing what happens in so long And I never think ahead too far, too long, 'cause what if I'm wrong? You'
I'm getting tired of being tired Let me find what seems to be lost inside There has to be something else to fill the bland, to fill the blank And if its
When I think of you glowing and all those times spent beside you, I can't think of one single word I ever said that was untrue We were the club, and no
It's all gone away, but not for good, I'm assured But what's the most a promise can mean? It's nothing more, nothing more than a phrase Just a stupid
On the couch, barely staying awake, feeling something eating away at you Just sitting wasting time because it seems there's never anything else to do