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• Artiste: Friday Pilots Club
• Titre: Trading Punches
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Thought that I could cut it out But it was gone when the axe fell Been up to feeling real down A high never hurt like this 'til now Why do the days feel the same? When does my mind get a break? Wish I could cut it out But I was under when the axe fell I feel I'm growing tired of tearing through my wasted time Tell me, does anyone feel the way they should? When you slip behind your eyes Do the days just pass you by? Does it always just go on and on and on? Maybe you could let me know When you try to make it stop Trading punches with the clock Does it always just go on and on and on? Maybe you could let me know There's a weight to youth I despise this useless truth A helpless age of proof That I am who I was to you I feel I'm growing tired of tearing through my wasted time Tell me, does anyone feel the way they should? When you slip behind your eyes Do the days just pass you by? Does it always just go on and on and on? Maybe you could let me know When you try to make it stop Trading punches with the clock Does it always just go on and on and on? Maybe you could let me know Maybe you could let me know A shake before the stop Living just to feel the drop Tell me who we've all become When you slip behind your eyes Do the days just pass you by? Does it always just go on and on and on? Maybe you could let me know When you try to make it stop Trading punches with the clock Does it always just go on and on and on? Maybe you could let me know (When you slip behind your eyes) Maybe you could let me know (Do the days just pass you by?) Bar me from the heavens' streets Teach me hurt, make me believe Nothing cuts like broken teeth No, nothing cuts like broken teeth