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You say goodbye to all the shit you've left behind,
But you're still spitting out the foam,
Of all the many fucked up nights and broken dreams, unlucky fights,
Better days are finally over, motherfucker, and you don't wanna ever go back home.
You still deny that it's not what you want,
Despite of you knowing it all along.
This is the end of your happy days,
This is the end of your reckless ways,
What's it like when youth is gone?
When youth is never coming back?
You say goodbye to all the shit you've left behind,
But you're still spitting out the foam,
Of all the many fucked up nights and broken dreams, unlucky fights,
Better days are finally over, motherfucker, and you don't wanna ever go back home.
It's time to leave what used to be your home,
No more friendly "hi"s and never take the phone.
Cold wind is blowing all around,
What's lost is lost and never found,
You take control.
This is your way to say goodbye,
To the world that doesn't even try,
To understand you and your mind,
Your fucked up mind.
You say goodbye to all the shit you've left behind,
But you're still spitting out the foam,
Of all the many fucked up nights and broken dreams, unlucky fights,
Better days are finally over, motherfucker, and you don't wanna ever go back home.
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The Day I Fell In Love
03:53
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It's still not that long ago you felt that fire in your soul,
The fire that just couldn't stop.
How could you ever forget the boiling blood in your veins,
When walking through a looking glass?
The smell of blood and sweat and beer, took me out to the places nowhere near,
Places I've never been.
Pictures rolling behind my eyes after coming home before sunrise,
That world belonged to me.
As we grow older, there's nothing to hold on,
Heart's have grown colder but the flame's still burning on,
When I'm feeling my life is not enough,
I bring out the memory of the day I fell in love.
Memories come and go, suddenly you stand alone,
All that you were now just gathers dust.
Big words is all that is left, it's time to rebuild the past,
Bring back to life the dying flame.
Still wanna live my life real fast, for me it's not just fading past,
Remember how it feels.
If being mature means being old, I refuse to do what I've been told,
Refuse to kill my dreams.
As we grow older, there's nothing to hold on,
Heart's have grown colder but the flame's still burning on,
When I'm feeling my life is not enough,
I bring out the memory of the day I fell in love.
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Piece Of Shit
03:40
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There's a last man standing in the light of the setting sun,
Staring into fucking barrell of the loaded gun.
Stars arise with bloody smile,
Everything turns and stops now for a while.
I'm hearing constant voices in my head, every other sound has faded,
In the end the Rome was killed by rats.
What if it's too late to save the sinking ship? Why care about the consequences?
You proved yourself as just a piece of shit.
What a sight, all those memories just burn in hell,
Making your past just a story but not to tell,
All that's right and all that's wrong,
You made it all disappear but not for long.
And now your bathing in the light of the rising sun,
Black smoke clears your dream of all the battles won,
The night of rage and seeing red,
Was it you and not just demons in your head?
I'm hearing constant voices in my head, every other sound has faded,
In the end the Rome was killed by rats, fucking rats.
What if it's too late to save the sinking ship? Why care about the consequences?
You proved yourself as just a piece of shit.
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