history repeating .. and I've seen it before .. and I'll see it again .. yes I've seen it before .. just little bits of history repeating Some people
to remember how many cigarettes did I bring along? When I get down I'll jump in a taxi cab driving through London town to cry you a song. It's been
but Life goes on Come of age Can?t hold on Turn the page Time rolls on Wipe these eyes Yesterday laughs Tomorrow cries Memories are bittersweet The good times we can?t repeat
goes on Come of age Can't hold on Turn the page Time rolls on Wipe these eyes Yesterday laughs Tomorrow cries The memories are bittersweet Good times we can't repeat
want to know what i do? None of your fucking business But now I'm lying here Knowing that business had a name, But now I'm a number 1 2 3 repeater Down
trying to remember how many cigarettes did I bring along? When I get down I'll jump in a taxi cab driving through London town to cry you a song.
You're so sweet You make me wanna write a pop-punk song Stuck on repeat I'll sing along dreaming of your thong I'm a moved on memory Remember who I
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I'm not playing with you, I'm not playing with you, I'm not playing with you, I clean forgot how to play. But you can still come around, In fact I invite
You wanted everything You needed everything You wanted everything You needed everything Everything is... Everything is... Greed
When we have nothing left to give There will be no reason for us to live But when we have nothing left to lose You will have nothing left to use We owe
Somewhere in these private minds, The last one comes out just in time To clear out the chambers and sew up the lips, 'Cause that's the price to pay for
I break the surface so Ican breathe I close my eyes so I can see I tie my arms to be free Have you ever been free? She's not breathing She's not moving
Song number one is not a fuck you song I'll save that thought until later on You want to know if there's something wrong? It's nothing. everybody's talking
Here comes another problem All wrapped up in solution It's ugly as it's strapped on And twice as hard to get behind Another sieve-fisted find Lost, lost
Langour rises reaching, to turn off the alarm And there's never so much seething That it can't be disarmed You just stop it up, Pass it on Shove it to
I cut my nails to the quick But still i was caught with my hand in the till Red-handed. Give me something, Give me anything The threat of everything