1. |
Talking To Myself
00:54
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I'm talking to myself
While I'm playing the role of victim
in the story of the day
When you stabbed a knife into my chest
Then you went far away
With no respect for my patience
You just ran away and
I remained a boy from broken home
This is what
I expect!
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2. |
Hold On, Ned!
02:58
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All these things I must keep away
Are consequences of my mistakes
I'll do my best to take back my words
And have my hands empty again
So I'm just waiting
Yeah I'm just waiting for her call
As it was last year and as before
Before
I know it never will be the same
Everything seems like it lost its weight
But there is nothing I can do
Just stay away again
So I'm just waiting
Yeah I'm just waiting for her call
As it was last year and as before
Before
So it goes all over again
And it goes all over again
So I'm just waiting
Yeah I'm just waiting for her call
As it was last year and as before
Before
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3. |
All Away
03:09
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Many times you witnessed all the things and actions we shouldn't ever do
Now watch me crowl to the corner pretend I'm not like you
The role you gave me I'm forced to play it every fucking day
Now when the time is up
It's time to move it all away
When I'll count these days
I'll close them in the box and throw them all away
At the edge of the new time I'll sail my ship right to you
'Cause I know you will be there
'Cause I know you will be there
So now the days are gone I'm still waiting
I can't find my way
Should I sail against the wind or pretend It's all okay?
Those mistakes we've been doing for years shouldn't stay unpaid
Now when the time is up
It's time to move it all away
When I'll count these days
I'll close them in the box and throw them all away
At the edge of the new time I'll sail my ship right to you
'Cause I know you will be there
'Cause I know you will be there
When I'll count these days
I'll close them in the box and throw them all away
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4. |
Young Rush
02:36
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I would put my hands in fire for those who stood beside me
I'll never leave this place 'cause it is what creates me
When I look back at what we've been through
What I know is I will be here for you
Because I know
That is all I've ever had
When your days are feeling lonely you don't feel like yourself man,
You should pick youself up go meet somebody else,
'Cause those we know they write our story,
Living life alone it's fucking boring
We were crusing down the streets and living on the edge,
then picking up the girls and falling for the best,
not giving single fuck about what we will do later,
the ones who didn't come were fucking traitors
There is not much more than this
There is not much more than this
When your days are feeling lonely you don't feel like yourself man,
You should pick youself up go meet somebody else,
'Cause those we know they write our story,
Living life alone it's fucking boring
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