1. |
Not this time
01:42
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Fucked up beyond all recognition
Flatlined, zero fucks given
Bury the past, I can't hold on
You've been living in my head far too long
Ties that bind
Cut them off, leave everything behind
Gotta get out here quick before I'm getting sick
You won't hurt me this time
Fucked up beyond all recognition
Flatlined, zero fucks given
Bury the past, I can't hold on
You've been living in my head far too long
Ties that bind
Cut them off, leave everything behind
Gotta get out here quick before I'm getting sick
You won't hurt me this time
Not this time
Not this time
Not this time
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2. |
I feel great
01:27
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Relationshits – the way to go
You need advice, here you talk to a pro
To play the hurt game is my sick fun
I ruin everything from day one
Starts with a smile, a soft caress
As feelings grow I know it will end fast
Empty promises, the story unfolds
Tears become rivers, that's all she wrote
More and more and more
Forward to the point of no return
Stomp on your heart, make it break
Mission accomplished, I feel great
Deep affection drives me isane
You feed the fire, I quench the flame
Our kingdom of love was built to fall
I'm only happy when I lose it all
More and more and more
Forward to the point of no return
Stomp on your heart, make it break
Mission accomplished, I feel great
Sweet nothings – big lies
My laughs – your cries
In the bed of roses I slept on thorns
But the wounds keep bleeding, now that you're gone
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3. |
Not my punk
00:59
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As stupid as can be
Black Flag shirts on mainstream TV
Once meant to provoke
Now ended as a damn fucking joke
Overprized merchandise
Entry fees at the club that make you wanna cry
Is something wrong with me
Or is it just simply not my century
Still there, but something's missing
It's all the same, but something is different
That's what is has become
Not my punk
Am I the only one to say
Not my punk
That's not my punk
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4. |
Still feel I belong
01:21
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Fuck, man, how have you been
It's been a while, that we saw Sheer Terror play
25 years ago or even more
This place used to be our second home
Still feel I belong
Don't tell me, that I'm wrong
Still feel I belong, I belong
Old songs for old men
That we've become, though I don't feel like this
You brought your son, ey, does he like the tunes
I think Paul sucks tonight, but's cool to be here with you
Still feel I belong
Don't tell me, that I'm wrong
Still feel I belong, I belong
We grew up together
We were in it together
Though life came in the way
This one common love remains
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