Tekst:
Iwrestledabearonce It S All Happening

into something new. I think there's something you should know. I think there's something you should know. Staring into a wall. I think there's something

we know. We move around. We'll pay. We protest. We'll pawn off war. We protest. We all hit the floor. Right or wrong. Ignorance at it's best. We are

: Never wanted to forget our last looks. A rekindling lust. In the corner of your eye. A lingering inside. The last place you and I... This is the place

aloud, Make your mind wonder about better times. Everyone come to one. Everyone wants what no one gets. And that's why they don't. They want more. That's

m still trying to find answers to mend this broken heart. Ode to my father. Ode to my father. (It's over, my father, it's over). It's this years addiction

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Never wanted to forget our last looks. A rekindling lust. In the corner of your eye. A lingering inside. The last place you and I... This is the place

Who would of known? To the lips of a failed writer. To crash a cup of wine. To throw a toast to an islan that's slowly sinking. I can almost, hear

It's all happening. It's all starting again. So cover your hair in your eyes. I am sorry I didn't notice him, Standing there. He's over behind the books