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• Artiste: Funeral For A Friend
• Titre: Spinning Over The Island
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It falls apart. Clockwork hearts, running out. Rusted needle in the vein. We all fall down We find our place, in circuitry We worship our gods, the TV screens. We substitute, our lives for another. It's kill or be killed, It's our nature. To give up control, It's our failure. Like young lovers planting seeds, It's anarchy, head down in shame. Seasons come and seasons go and We grow old, never learn from our mistakes. Around the crown, we all fall down Rusted people all in vain, corroding in the rain. A well-made dream, flog it down, destroyed it for you. Your time well spent, a living lie that covers everything. It's kill or be killed, It's our nature. To give up control, It's our failure. Like young lovers planting seeds, It's anarchy, head down in shame. Seasons come and seasons go and We grow old, never learn from our mistakes. Never Cross the river, down we go, hold me under. Hold your breath, and play the part, race towards the finish line. Cross the river, down we go, hold me under. Hold your breath, and play the part, race towards the finish line. Race towards the finish line, What's mine is yours and yours is mine. Race towards the finish line, What's mine is yours and yours is mine. Race towards the finish line, What's mine is yours and yours is mine. Race towards the finish line. And hope is something you have lost, The past is holding on and on. And hope is something you have lost, The past is holding on and on and on.