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• Artiste: Plan of Attack
• Titre: Cold Season
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I sometimes wonder why I fall down when I die I cried a million tears For ninety thousand years Every time I look around The world collapses underground Why make the most of it? We all amount to spit (chorus) We all better start running The new cold season's coming A million degredations To fulfill expectations Forget all that you knew We're going under and There's nothing that you can do I sometimes question life It's fucked and full of strife If this is where we've been Someone help us all to swim We seem to fall more each day Our lives thrown far away And we've all lost our luck So, we stand, and scream "Fuck!" (chorus) I sometimes have to ask Why did we die so fast? Is this the first we knew Of our lives that we threw Please excuse us We feel useless Drunk and starving Running hardy Like a million years unfulfilled And we fucked up Our pool we spilled (chorus x2)