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All the concrete words around hereI'm the bad seed, I think I swallowed it wholeYou're the compromise that never falls throughNever left behind on the break downA thousand promises that never seemed to help me beforeA hundred less and I would stumble till I found the back doorWith nothing left to think I'll probably sit around and ignoreThe apathy that always leads meAll the broken hearts that hang around hereAll the sick things that make you pull out your hairAll the bad dreams, all the nightmaresAll that avarice that's always sticking it inA thousand promises that never seemed to help me beforeA hundred less and I would stumble till I found the back doorWith nothing left to think I'll probably sit around and ignoreThe apathy that always leads meAnd always finds a way to break me downDown, down, down...A thousand promises that never seemed to help me beforeA hundred less and I would stumble till I found the back doorWith nothing left to think I'll probably sit around and ignoreA hundred less and I would stumble till I found the back doorLetras de cancionesA thousand promises that never seemed to help me beforeA hundred less and I would stumble till I found the back doorWith nothing left to think I'll probably sit around and ignoreA thousand promises that never seemed to help me beforeA hundred less and I would stumble till I found the back doorWith nothing left to think I'll probably sit around and ignoreThe apathy that always leads meAnd always finds a way to break me downAnd that's when I decided to break it From Letras Mania