With our songs, we're alone
But without songs we're lost
And life is pointless, harsh, and long.
In my heart, there is music
In my mind is a song
But in my eyes, a world
Crooked, fucked up and wrong
Sing all day
Record and play
Drums and bass, and a guitar
Will there be peace in the world,
Or will vile winds always own the truth?
There's a bird singing at my window
And it's singing an irresponsible tune
An irresponsible tune
With our songs, we are outlawed With our songs, we're alone But without songs we're lost And life is pointless, harsh, and long. In my heart, there is music In my mind is a song But in my eyes, a world Crooked, fucked up and wrong Sing all day Record and play Drums and bass, and a guitar Will there be peace in the world, Or will vile winds always own the truth? There's a bird singing at my window And it's singing an irresponsible tune An irresponsible tune Explain Request ×
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