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• Artiste: Rescue
• Titre: Through/Suit
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All these depressing evenings In this depressing bed With all these pressing issues Pressing against my head I cannot concentrate On one thing at a time I am starting over I am too far behind And if I gave a handshake To every phony man There would be no sensation Left to this bony hand There is no reputation That precedes itself I've heard no declination Rebuttal, or sale But we keep selling ourselves By the neon blue and red By the keyboards at our hands And we all just keep dishing it out Like the bar sluts beg for booze Do we want to be loved or to be used? All of these careful people Shout the same careful sermons Well I've been lectured carefully And I've been told I'm human I don't ever want to Have to choose a side But I can't argue with The way I feel inside All these depressing feelings Translate paper from pen Or keyboard to monitor In my friends' parents' den There is no reputation That precedes itself I've heard no declination, Rebuttal, or sale And I keep telling myself This has got to even out There has got to be an out You all just keep listening Like you want to see what I can do Be like my father or follow through Well I don't know what I can do I can't keep depending on each of you I just want to make it to the point Where I can open up my throat And sing some world some words I wrote And pay some bills off from the road Or I want to swim to where it's black And feel my lungs start to collapse Ao I can sit back and relax Because that would not be so bad.