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Out of grace
03:11
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I've fallen out of youth
Blackened lung skin unsmooth
I've been intoxicated for a week now
Cause I can't face the truth
And in the distance I can see them laughing at me
And in the distance I can see the fire rise again
I refuse to hate myself
For what I have become
Our days are numbered / Our lives are cursed
I'm down but not yet done
And in the distance I can hear them laughing at me
And in the distance I can see you smiling again
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2. |
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I'm 27 now, almost 28
Medicated, lost weight
I feel different now but the problems stay the same
No longer strangled by shame
But the way is shut, the new kids locked us out
Life's a bitch, what's it about
And they keep playing poor while we keep acting rich
And they keep playing poor while we keep acting rich
And they keep playing poor while we keep acting rich
And they keep playing poor while we keep acting rich
And they don`t want melody, they want rhythm and noise
For the NME to rejoice
Another crop with another revival
Another crop with another revival
At one point I thought they were rivals
Has it been 20 years already?
Going steady
Cause the single's good, but the album is trash
Another caffeine crash
And the band is gone and I'm out ideas
Overtaken by fear and false pride
Less to hide
Because the older I get, the less my honesty is worth
(an aborted rebirth)
The longer I spend in isolation, the less I can relate
(burnt in acetate)
The harder I try, the faster years go by
(cervic lullaby)
No new revelations and no skin to shed
No longer starving, now well fed
Not yet happy but I`m well taken care of
(Not yet happy but I`m well taken care of)
Not yet happy but I`m well taken care of
(Not yet happy but I`m well taken care of)
And it's always been too late
And it's always been too late
And it's always been too late
And it's always been too late
And it's always been too late
And it's always been too late
And it's always been too late
And it's always been too late
And it's
And it's
And it's always
And it's always
And it's always
And it's always
And it's always been too late
And it's always been too late
And it's always been too late
And it's always been too late
And it's always been too late
And it's always been too late
And it's always been too late
And it's always been too late
And it's always been too late
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3. |
Black Dog (Demo Version)
03:20
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I've got a black dog on my tail
I've got a noose around my neck
Too many times I fall and fail
It just seems to be coming back (Oh)
I've got a black dog on my tail
I've got a cloud above my head
Too many times I fall, fail
It just seems to be coming back (Oh)
If I could I'd tell you what I felt that night was wrong
If I could I would turn away, sing a different song but
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
Thought I'd see a light but instead I see nothing
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