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Making A Mess

アーティスト:Glue 

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I stand in salute to the last guns to shoot, The dirt off the end of these ripped up boots, Tied, tight, for flight if needed, Indeed my plights been guided through the past and greeted by The narrow path with wide angles, We burn from the light of a solitary candle, Left on, till dawn breaks it's head, I rather hit snooze and let the tired rest under the bed, The boogeyman laughs at his own existance, Characters reaching out from the small town distance, You missed it, sorry that i said it, Usually, my tom foolery is only for the hardheaded, With knuckles to bare and stories to share, From the infants in the game, veterans in rocking chairs, Telling me how the days of old, Have suddenly vanished with all this glitter and gold, Someday i'll write a classic, Sureshot make your world fantastic, Swing your fist, if the vibe hits, your chest, Release the scream, we're making a mess Dance till your death, Move with all of your life, Dance till your death Move with all of your life. I tells pops not worry, it's a temporary fix, We live life to die or die trying to get rich, It's all the same no matter how you throw the dice, You get snake eyes, hear the same thing twice, One plus one equals 2, much time on your hands, Kick the habit for the supply and demand, Now's the moment to recruit your neighbors, Seperate the rookies from the players in the majors, Hit hard, stick fast, give your neck whiplash, It's all gonna change once these checks get cashed, But the money is gone as quick as it appears, The oppisite ideology of our careers, The past is gone,realize and move on, The pioneers got us here and we can't do them wrong, If they could move suburbs with words from the ghetto, Then the vibe is still traveling through jazz, folk, and metal,


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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