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Busting My Dreams
04:23
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I chew a gum on my way to the store
Out of liqueur, gonna get some more, pre-
-paring for something, unknown to my mind
A mystery starting, or maybe a crime
Who can control me, I'm not sure
A girl, a brother, or a cure
Hiding from life or looking for light
What is wrong, and what is right
Chorus:
Busting my dreams, a nightmare is rising again
Busting my dreams, a nightmare is rising again
A hangover hurts me, the third of the day
It tries to break me it won't go away
What did I do and what was her name
A dark bloody spot a on the painting of shame
Where are the answers, where is the truth
Where is my pride, and where is the Booze
And when I look up, I'm still feeling down
I think it's over, … I'm gonna drown
Chorus:
Busting my dreams, a nightmare is rising again
Busting my dreams, a nightmare is rising again
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2. |
Took Cover
03:33
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I took cover from you
I pulled away and ducked my head
I heard a shot going through
I felt my body full of lead
Those were the answers from you
I took your love and ran away
But what You did it was so cruel
You shot at me and then you prayed
Your had a Pistol in your hand
Commit a murder? you don't care
I took cover from you
But you had something to share
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Speeding
04:12
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Drivin' Away, Drivin' too fast
Tryin to forget, things from the past
Running away, Peace in my soul
…. (and I'm) Speeding
Sit in the car, hands on the wheel
Foot to the floor, thats our deal
Running away, Peace in my soul
…. (and I'm) Speeding
oh-oh-oh-oh-uh-oh
You own my soul
….. When I'm speeding
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4. |
Against the Great
02:39
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Whatever I said, Whatever I did
I didn't mean to make you feel like shit
But you brought it on yourself,
Whatever I did to make it all good
Doing all the things that I ever could
It only made things worse...
omk:
Me against the great
Stuck with pain and hate...
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You know her well. You can easily tell
You might want an angel, but she’s from hell.
She wants to be, as cool as can be, but it doesn’t work with me
...not sexy, you see
She’s got jet black hair and even darker make up
Dressed in black with a hard working push up
Chorus:
Well she's a whitetrash trailerpark psychopath wannabee
She can be anything you want her to be.
A slutty girl without reality - With a smokescreen for her personality.
She's a whitetrash trailerpark psychopath wannabee
Over the top. Too much dark make-up
Talk trash, too tough, and (she) don’t know how to stop
She wants to be, as cool as can be, but it doesn’t work with me
...not sexy, you see
To be with her is a mental castration
This dark minded, tough looking goth mutation
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