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When I offer my self to the gods Ill pray for you That you get what you What you want and needed To live your life Without me breathing down your neck Cause all I want is the best I will tell you what you want to hear Well be famous by at least next year If you left me I pretend like nothing happened Id just move along But the black death keeps leaking on my hand It wont come off Free ride dont come that often Your high horse please just get off it Cause we can never Have the piece of mind We used to have Cause we were born in the eighties Its driving us crazy trying to figure out A new way to be a new way to see And well see the only thoughts that hold us back from being real Letras de cancionesIs pressing our dreams onto wax and recording reel to reel Lay down and give up If thats what you want Cause Ive, Ive got my plan To make my, make my stand Against the real world Against the upper hand We cant go back now Its hard to understand From Letras Mania