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• Artiste: Descendents
• Titre: Fighting Myself
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On the run since before ever after Standard family disaster Lovers, brothers, other bastards Told me where to go I shook my lumps, then took off running Short on wisdom, wits, or cunning One for all, but all for nothing Into the unknown There’s no point to waste the blame I've never been strictly speaking sane I should have known fresh dirt won't wash old stains away I tried to drown your memory It learned to swim and clung to me Kissed my cheek sadistically And dragged me down below There’s no point to waste the blame I've never been strictly speaking sane I should have known fresh dirt won't wash old stains away I was so angry then, in psychic self-defense Wasting energy, fighting something I couldn't see… Just fightin’ myself I know time unfolds and then it tangles Strings attached and feelings mangled Some threads are severed, some still dangle Some just drift away There’s no point to waste the blame I've never been strictly speaking sane I should have known fresh dirt won't wash old stains away The last thing I tried to do was end up hurting you I found my enemy staring back from the mirror at me I've been fightin’ myself Fightin’ myself There's nobody in the ring but me I broke some things I know just can't be fixed While I fought for what I wanted more than anything You stuck around for kicks