I lay on my bed with my hands on my
And it seems as though you're going forward
Ignore your problems
Stop so what have you done?
Stuck at the same point
All
All my work is fallen through
Now thats me again
All my
This is a love song
A love of hate for you
And
When the seagulls sit on the goal postand the weather's
Look at my face
Do I look as though I still
Was it something I said?Was it something I didn't do?Well
Again you feel yourself
Curling up to a ball
In a state
It's the feeling of hateAnd the sickening sense you can't
When the day passes daysAnd nothing elseStill you can laughAt
You know we've got so much to believe in
We can
Hoch im Nordenda ist es kaltund der Wind weht durch
You leave in a taxi
Early morning
Come find me and break
I can't seem to face up to the facts
I'm tense
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