The things that run in my blood
I just gave up
This adventure is a one way street
So please keep your
Give me a reason not to keep sleeping
When I'm awake
One place for all this distance
We've got so displaced
The life
Our ambition got cast aside
Thrown away when the batteries died
And
Can't fight, there's no escaping the facts
I tried to help
Intoxicated by this sound,
Nothing but a fever,
Going round,
Concentrated on the
What can I say?
I've got no room to complain
Every mistake
Pack up your accents, pack up your batteries
Now go marching
Stumbled out into the day you?ve missed
Watch out, forget what's
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