somewhat strange as
it may seem
no worries behind, no
troubles foreseen
I'm gonna stay up all
the night
play my song on a six
string...alright
trouble keeps on
coming to us
hurls at us lifeless
carcass
even if we know our
inside hurts
we get past through
all the circus
whoever leaves us we
don't know
whatever makes us
craving for a go
whenever they wanted
whatever we do
its all the same
whack, playin the blue
life is too boring
and short for us
we'd be dating
zombies for a pass
trade our eyes for
warmer hearts
and roll up in our
divine grass
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