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• Artiste: Sprung Monkey
• Titre: Man
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How does it feel when it comes down to yourself? And how does it feel when you look back on your life? And tell me how does it feel when it comes down to yourself How does it feel as you try to close your eyes? And how does it feel when it comes down to yourself? Does it feel like a freight-train running fast down upon your fragile life? Tell me how does it feel when it comes down to yourself? Because now no more I feel pain inside as I try to close my eyes But no Suicide or submission it's a problem a condition Suicide or submission it's a problem a condition Suicide or submission it's a problem a condition Suicide or submission it's a statement my decision Suicide or submission it's a problem a condition Suicide or submission it's a statement my decision "Cause I've never had nothing much to say I just struggle for belief in such a hectic place Something to believe, in life again to pick me up from my distraction Be that loving friend Suicide or submission it's a problem a condition Suicide or submission it's a statement my decision Sudcide or submission it's a problem a condition Suicide or submission it's a statement my decision 'Cause I've never had nothing much to say I just strugglefor belief in such a hectic place Something to believe in, in life again to pick me up from my distraction Be that loving friend But no, you never fuckin' came So I just take it like a needle in the arm Like a slap on the ass from you mother's cold hand Down bleeding wreckage of the lonly Who have lost all hope and will to live To love, to care, to feel anything So I just take it like a needle in the arm Like a slap on the ass from you mother's cold hand Down bleeding the wreckage of the lonely Who have lost all hope and all will to live To love, to care, to feel anything All along it was a lie A foolish, foolish man Because I believed in you You said it's ok, that everything's ok, but it's not You said it's ok, that everything's ok, but it's not You said it's ok, that everything's ok, but it's not You said it's ok, that everything is A ok, but it's not But it's not But it's not But it's not But it's not It's all a question of what you believe in Right or wrong But it's not!