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• Artiste: Saint Asonia
• Titre: Happy Tragedy
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Sam, the weak accomplice He knew he had a choice He always startled easily With the sound of every voice A pocket full of excess They take and take and take He left 'em with a trigger pointed Staring at his shakes And it goes on It goes on She was given nothing But their selfish lack They sleep with one eye open Because they know she's coming back But she will wait her turn Absent from concern The furnace that's inside her It burns and burns and burns And it goes on It goes on Weaklings never practice What they preach They cower down below That's what they call defeat And in their darkest hour Its hard to breathe We try to catch up with the world But we're so far out of reach We're so far out of reach Leaning in the dark Stands this faked man Slicing her with her words Always grabbing her with his hand And it goes on, on It goes on Weaklings never practice What they preach They cower down below That's what they call defeat And in their darkest hour Its hard to breathe We try to catch up with the world But we're so far out of reach We're so far out of reach I wish i had of warned you Of this broken path With each step you take You know there's no turning back Weaklings never practice What they preach They cower down below That's what they call defeat And in their darkest hour Its hard to breathe We try to catch up with the world But we're so far out of reach We try to catch up with the world We try to catch up with the world We try to catch up with the world But we're so far out of reach We try to catch up with the world We try to catch up with the world We try to catch up with the world But we're so far out of reach