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Don't praise distraction, don't let it in Don't buy the certainty, it's the same thing Don't wait for meaning, don't wait to love Don't give them nothing when they just want some Ease up with the screaming, what an awful sound I will turn this goddamned thing around Ever get the feeling, when you boil it down? It's a bit revealing how We're drawn to the madness like an accident scene Divvy up the sadness like a currency Drawn to whatever we don't have any more Drawn to the demons and the wolf at the door Is this new? Is it ancient? So don't cut and run, don't you strike the stage When your teenaged heroes have all gone gray Don't count the roses, don't wait to love Don't give 'em nothing, they just want some Ease up with the screaming, what an awful sound I will turn this goddamned thing around Sick of all the scheming, boy it trickles down It's a bit revealing how Letras de cancionesWe're drawn to the madness like an accident scene Divvy up the sadness like a currency Drawn to whatever we don't have any more Drawn to the demons and the wolf at the door Drawn to whatever's hanging low on the tree Drawn to whatever prison tells us we're free Drawn to an ending that'll settle the score Drawn, but we'll try to keep the wolf at the door Is this new? Is it ancient? Are we screwed? Which is it? From Letras Mania