Awake... for all is dying, even the dead
We are our Past failing to come back
All of us visionaires
with a rope around our neck
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Awake... for all is dying, even the dead We are our Past failing to come back All of us visionaires with a rope around our neck |
Never gonna be in movies except in the front row seat Never gonna be the ravin' beauty my mama thought i'd be never gonna write that novel, never gonna be a homecoming queen Never gonna be a supermodel on the cover of a magazine But all those things don't matter in the light of things to come because baby you are my moon and i am your sun, oh You make me feel like a star, oh baby you say stay, baby, stay just the way you are and tell me girl you're fine, and you will shine forever in my heart that's why you, yea you, you make me feel like a star |
I try to pick the pieces up And I can't think of startin' over We used to share the stars above I don't wanna think of change So now I've gotta move on I've gotta catch up to the world Even though I gave you my life As wrong as it seems I know its right But is there a place That I can go away To escape the love that I will forever know? Chorus Where can we go from here? All I know is that I love you still Som |
chorus: What type of drugs do you do? and what do you do to get your hands on your shit mothafucka huh??!! what kind of dirty tricks you do to get yourself fixed? you're all sick; is it lack of love? or lack of your withdrawal? Drugs!! i need femine venoms in the system in order to function in the rhythm you get hook to the look of wild vomen and wanna live in the land of the unforgiven habits turn bad ones individuals make 'em poison rituals gotta have it a have it, a habit welcome your traces of an addict God forgive me for my bad habits, drug ad |