You were my old, you were my new
I can't help
You're playing tug of war with your tongue
You're playing Russian
Those traditions
Those ambitions
They are yours
They are not mine
I don't have
I couldn't tell you what I was thinking
God only knows
You've
Twenty-one years getting older
Cashing chips on my shoulder
Ice age coming
Warm
I hope the pain opens up your eyes
Because what you
We find our faith in the damnedest place
The thin line
If I should ever fall from grace
Just let me fall
They're all coming back again
The same faces that turned their
My mask is slowly fading
I'm quietly coming into my own
Time
Times ain't easy, we find ways to get out
What the
Going through the motions
Can't turn back time
I've lost all devotion
I've
My ego has been bruised
Haven't you heard the news?
Used my
Instru
Life is cruel, no choice but to play
We're up to
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