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i haven′t been home for a wild
i′m sure everything the same mom and dad both been denild and only job to take a blame sorry mom but i don′t miss you father′s know name you reserved i′m just a keane with no where visions what in come home for the world never nowon i become the king of all the saying done the forgotten sun the sities buried in the field the walkers no names streas say good bye to all as i far my felt died and i begin and bring us bridge and bitter said said as faction granty a pillo wake us after they i don′t miss you no where about in a visions under ground i shell a grave i i don′t go by my self and i walk been gone for so long i may not remember who′s wrong ican not sens is longer i press a nation to a waker dis a belive where i belong walking disaster the suduk all besters you regrates to made me it′s too late to save me far as i can tell hitches us voices in my head am i talking to myself cause i don′t know what i just said(and she said) far as i can felt bay be i better up there am i acting in the nowhere is this good guess as i guess and i warp been gone for so long i can′t remember who′s wrong i may not sens is longer i press a nation to a waker dis a belive where i belong walking disaster the sun of all besters you regrates to made me it′s too late to save me i will be home mean a wild you don′t have to say a word i can wait to see you smile what is missin for the worlds i will be home mean a wild you don′t have to say a word i can wait to see you smile what is missin for the worlds |
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| 4:21 |
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i haven′t been home for a wild
i′m sure everything the same mom and dad both been denild and only job to take a blame sorry mom but i don′t miss you father′s know name you reserved i′m just a keane with no where visions what in come home for the world never nowon i become the king of all the saying done the forgotten sun the sities buried in the field the walkers no names streas say good bye to all as i far my felt died and i begin and bring us bridge and bitter said said as faction granty a pillo wake us after they i don′t miss you no where about in a visions under ground i shell a grave i i don′t go by my self and i walk been gone for so long i may not remember who′s wrong ican not sens is longer i press a nation to a waker dis a belive where i belong walking disaster the suduk all besters you regrates to made me it′s too late to save me far as i can tell hitches us voices in my head am i talking to myself cause i don′t know what i just said(and she said) far as i can felt bay be i better up there am i acting in the nowhere is this good guess as i guess and i warp been gone for so long i can′t remember who′s wrong i may not sens is longer i press a nation to a waker dis a belive where i belong walking disaster the sun of all besters you regrates to made me it′s too late to save me i will be home mean a wild you don′t have to say a word i can wait to see you smile what is missin for the worlds i will be home mean a wild you don′t have to say a word i can wait to see you smile what is missin for the worlds |
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| 2:42 |
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Last call for regret and defeat
To finish the bottle full of empty dreams Punch strong head that was straight out of line Another excuse with no alibi Hitchin on the road of decline With no name streets and no vital signs I pissed away the best of me and No one can help me! Misery's best friend Can't be a dead-end A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean So feel it Especially the rejects A bad habit Don't forget it you better Count your last blessings And fill up the wagon Chases this fee And now I'm running out of time My hands are tied And nailed to the cross I'm looking for all the composure I lost I'm petulant with a bad attitude A poster-child vision of wasted youth I dodged the book and found the key I can't say the same for dignity I pissed away the best of me and No one can help me Misery's best friend Can't be a dead-end A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean So feel it Especially the rejects A bad habit Don't forget it you better Count your last blessings And fill up the wagon Chases this fee And now I'm running out of time My own enemy I don't hear you now Perfect tragedy God bless us denial My own enemy I don't hear you now Perfect tragedy God bless us denial Misery's best friend Can't be a dead-end A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean So feel it Especially the rejects A bad habit Don't forget it you better Count your last blessings And fill up the wagon Chases this fee And now I'm running out of time Misery's best friend Can't be a dead-end A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean So feel it Especially the rejects A bad habit Don't forget it you better Count your last blessings And fill up the wagon Chases this fee And now I'm running out of time |
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