Tekstovi: Fifty On Red. Intro / Say Goodbye.

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I know exactly how this should start
I'm counting the days until you fall apart
I remember when this meant so much more
When did it become such a fucking chore?

Think you've done enough, served your time?
So many I respect, you're the last in line
You lost that spark, you've better things to do
Still you expect my support? Get a fucking clue

Changed so much I knew you'd never fucking last
Just didnt expect to say goodbye so fucking fast

Think you've done enough, served your time?
So many here I respect - you're last in line
It's over. Sya Goodbye.

Get the fuck out, you're done