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| End of the World |
Fear is like a thorn that has
Pricked you when you're born and there's
Nothing you can do to stop the blood |
Come into my world where the
Edge is torn and curled like the
Photographs I keep in a box |
Stop all your noise
I can't hear it any more
You are keeping me awake
And my head will explode
There is gridlock ahead
And the forecast is dread
Till the end of the world |
Look at all the faces they
Smile but there no trace of the
Lies they conceal in what they say |
After the confusion we're
Under no delusion that
Life is getting cheaper every day |
Stop all your noise
I can't hear it any more
You are keeping me awake
And my head will explode
There is gridlock ahead
And the forecast is dread
Till the end of the world |
Everyone's a loser, there's
Nothing left to choose from the
Shit and mediocrity here |
Stop all your noise
I can't hear it any more
You are keeping me awake
And my head will explode
There is gridlock ahead
And the forecast is dread
Till the end of the world
Till the end of the world |
| Lyrics: Williams |
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