It feels like we've been here for weeks
Talk might be cheap
But I don't buy a single fucking word
From these backstabbing thieves
I'll walk miles and miles and miles before I sleep
A week full of Mondays
Months of weeks
Frontal lobotomy to feel the ease
But every inch of hope
Just extends the rope
And I fall
You'll never get out of this world alive
This room is full of snake oil salesmen It feels like we've been here for weeks Talk might be cheap But I don't buy a single fucking word From these backstabbing thieves I'll walk miles and miles and miles before I sleep A week full of Mondays Months of weeks Frontal lobotomy to feel the ease But every inch of hope Just extends the rope And I fall You'll never get out of this world alive Explain Request ×
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