life has teeth, and bites the feeding open hand
you wanna be in a band?
I got to feeling, I got too much, too soon, too
f****d up I don't know
I got to get to the show
well... what have I got to do?
what have I got to do to get through to
you?
well... what have I got to do?
what have I got to do to get next to you?
like a telephone call would do, f**k it
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everlone, everlone
a thousand fake heroes appear at the throne (of)
everlone, into the great unknown
leaving
it all to fade for a while
'til the fire in my eyes passes by
when ideas run out, any fool can make a fist
I got the will to
resist
I got the power of one, the fear of none, the arms to judge a man
I bet you don't understand
well... what have I got
to do?
what have I got to do to get through to you?
well: what have I got to do?
what have I got to do to get next to you?
like a telephone call would do, f**k it
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passes by - like a train, like the strangers all around
passes
by - like a pain, like the only friend I've found
but if you mix self-confidence with some common sense
maybe then you'll realise
you touch me never, never, ever...
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