Wasted Weekends

from by Dark on Tuesdays

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Homeless when we fight
A foreigner in the streets at night
I walk fast, even though I'm already far away

So many things that I don't know
How can I feel so poor
When I'm surrounded by gold?
It just cuts right through
Divides me and you

It just cuts right through
Divides me and you

When the words are sent
A glimpse of light cause maybe you will understand
And the fear that I am just all too much

And then awaiting the reply
Eating, drinking, smoking, trying to rest my mind
There is nothing I can do
Now it's up to you

Now it's up to you
Nothing I can do
It is up to you

It just cuts right through
Divides me and you

There's nothing I can do
Now it's up to you

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from (v), released April 25, 2014

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