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Senses Fail - Four Years Senses Fail - Four Years |
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oakorduj | Rok vzniku: 2008
Poznámka: Life Is Not A Waiting Room
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| I take a shot of gin, a Jameson or Jack to start the morning off with a friend
I'll celebrate like it's the anniversary of the day that we first met
I regret to see all your eulogies, separating all of this
To remind me of all the things I'm leaving
'Cause dear, four years turns less than five
(It's better off this way)
I'm sorry for all my crimes
And the wandering days of my old fable lies
Now I wonder as I'm sliding under, thus out of control of the drink
If I have enough left in the bottle to see all the things up again
I regret to see myself so full, my eyes are checking time
Still I don't know how I'll survive
'Cause dear, four years turns less than five
(It's better off this way)
I'm sorry for all my crimes
And the wandering days of my old fable lies
It's clear, I am an awful mess
(Get this off my back)
Soon the only thing I'll have left is your memory and promises never kept
When she came home, I made her sick
My feet tap out the rhythm as the drum kicked in
To hurt the only one I've loved
This is so damn hard, but I'm giving up
The person that you love is dead
I pried him out with the jack, and chains of sins
So happy anniversary
The best gift I could think to give you was to set you free
Wake up, you're sleeping
Wake up, you're sleeping behind the wheel
Wake up, you're sleeping
Wake up, you're sleeping behind the wheel
Behind the wheel |
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