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I'm in a dark roombut the walls are see-through,it's not made of glassand I'm thankful for that.I see 'em stand in the backdrinking hand looking cool.I know that some lube the moodto keep the social.I stay vocal,with anything that I holdthat won't break and explode.So that one episodeturning hearts stone.Not a sun to the earth,never ever how it goes.Those lips destroybut I'm not the same boy.I'm a one,take it or leave it upto kill the noise.So koi,hiding looks behind hands.So smart,black frame,wrote a book to see the past.How long? It couldn't last,Letras de cancionesbound to happen.They stop dancing,we got trapped in.Had a shovel and an axeto crack it open.We stay hoping for something,for something better than this.The haze clears from your eyeson a Sunday,on a Sunday.The haze clears from your eyeson a Sunday,on a Sunday.They turn around,leave the room,left to stand an assume.It was right from wrong,no other way to carry on.Put a mask onafter one last song.Was that one track?Yeah, this shit is bomb.And Rossy G. knew it,Heavy K been through it.Joey Carver on stageback me up,let's do it.My cool whip cracksa cut that won't close.The bright red streakdrips down on her toes.Smear tracks on the roadall the way back home.Bread crumbs,but we got nowhere to go.I wanna pick it upmove fast.I heard 'em say,"Don't do thatit won't fix the past.Won't switch wrong to right."Do you have light?I don't smoke,but you could try.Hand me mine.I'm looking down at the micand how I hold it.I stay hoping for something,for something better than this.The haze clears from your eyeson a Sunday,on a Sunday.The haze clears from your eyeson a Sunday,on a Sunday.You didn't get what you came for,forgot it in the hustle.We struggle with the puzzle;we fall,we fumble.Climbed up your hairfrom the ground like Rapunzel.A bad name,sweet dame, ready to rumble.She like to cuddle,like they all seem to do.But it's a mash upwhen we got nothing to prove.I wanna seem all move,get a move from this.I want 'em all to seehow I'm consumed by this.I wanna clinch up my fist,risk to break my wriston a face like his.Yeah, you could say I'm pissed.But it's not what I came for,what I came to do.It's the same old shitthat controls my mood.I'm sure she knew,so we stir with a big stick.Ask questions last,what we learn from it?I give a last kisson the cheek to you.We won't speak on a Sunday,I think we're through.The haze clears from your eyeson a Sunday,on a Sunday.The haze clears from your eyeson a Sunday,on a Sunday.This is not 'us', this is you and I'cause this is what I call my last goodbye.This is not 'us', this is you and I'cause this is what I call my last goodbye.This is not 'us', this is you and I'cause this is what I call my last goodbye.This is not 'us', this is you and I'cause this is what I call my last goodbye.This is not 'us', this is you and I'cause this is what I call my last goodbye.This is not 'us', this is you and I'cause this is what I call my last goodbye.This is not 'us', this is you and I'cause this is what I call my last goodbye... From Letras Mania