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• Artiste: Ashok
• Titre: A New Year's Anxiety
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You're seconds before the new year No clouds to block your foward vision Everything's how it appears You fucked your night with friends under boundless conditions Seconds later, another thought clicks Promises made, poor statistic Couldn't say it only makes you doing this shit 'Cause you'll be gone from the last one And now you know the truth You write in fear of it's confession Hide behind the drugs you take And run in the wrong direction All the plans you break you made at will to your discretion Just wait until it blows (Plans) It depends what they're made from (Plans) If they're made from the stronger stuff You can't remend what depends on war You come undone by the same old fix Another road rap my name's on it Another plan made to go wrong but I never quit while the days are long Just wait until it blows The best made plans of mice and men I cannot claim Scribe my thoughts in bloody pen so you'll find them washed away Waiting all my life with plans the sun sets for at least today Wait until it blows (Plans) It depends what they're made from (Plans) If they're made from the stronger stuff You can't remend what depends on war You come undone by the same old fix Another road rap my name's on it Another plan made to go wrong but I never quit while the days are long Just wait until it blows Seconds later, another thought clicks Promises made, poor statistic Couldn't say it only makes you doing this shit 'Cause you'll be gone from the last one And now you know the truth You write in fear of it's confession Hide behind the drugs you take And run in the wrong direction All the plans you break you made at will to your discretion The best made plans of mice and men I cannot claim Scribe my thoughts in bloody pen so you'll find them washed away Waiting all my life with plans the sun sets for at least today Just wait until it blows (Plans) It depends what they're made from (Plans) If they're made from the stronger stuff You can't remend what depends on war You come undone by the same old fix Another road rap my name's on it Another plan made to go wrong but I never quit while the days are long Just wait until it blows