1. |
Just the Same
03:20
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It's just as heavy as steel
And I still remember
All the things I loved
Outside my window
Just keep being silent
And no one
Will even find
Your door
Say that you don't care
Say that you don't care
Say that you don't care
Say that you don't care
Every day is just the same
And every day is just the same
It's just the same as it was
And I'm still bleeding
All the the ones I've cared
Outside my window
Just keep as it was
And no one
Will ever bother you
Say that you don't care
Say that you don't care
Say that you don't care
Say that you don't care
Every day is just the same
Is just the same
It's still as heavy as steel
It won't go better
All that shit within
I can't even lift up
Just trynna see
Another narrow path
I'm broken in half
And I'm so messed up
Say that you don't care
Say that you don't care
Say that you don't care
Say that you don't care
Every day is just the same
Is just the same
And every day is just the same
Same
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2. |
Beneath the Mask
04:33
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3. |
Virtual Ex-girlfriend
03:56
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Why don't you text me anymore
I was left far behind forgotten and sore
Then you said that you're sorry
For not being here
You fade away
I've been betrayed
I lost my hair, I lost my weight
And the suspects are here
The caffeine and phenobarbital
And you delayed to answer me back
You're the one with a personal life, well I'm not
So be a doll down we fall on a high note
You sent me legs
And filmed your... when you...
That was a phase
Till you get your ass out find a partner
That's closer to your place to beat you up
And eat your...
Not gonna say this
Sounds gross as fuck
"Held you gently when you were screwed up
And I don't need you anymore
Ora mi sto scopando per davvero"
You didn't say that but I know
It was unusual and it felt so good
You didn't tell the truth my dear
When you should have
Not making excuses, I know what abuse is
But I felt so blown
You're older you know that control there
Will grow the massive cobblestone
You won't get it off, you will finally show it
And that's gonna be really too late
I'm broken, I'm soaking in lies, unspoken supplies
And you know there's more
Pisses me off every time I scroll that shit in my head
I missed you and tried to forget you
But the feeling's eventually dead
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Paper Knives For Sale Russia
Konstantin Kobura
Alex Lihov
Jesse Foster
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