söndag 6 maj 2012

To all you nonbelievers.


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Well I don't feel better when I'm fucking around 
And I don't write better when I'm stuck in the ground, 
So don't teach me a lesson 'cause I've already learned. 
Yeah, the sun will be shining and my children will burn. 

The heart beats in its cage. 

I don't want what you want.
I don't feel what you feel. 
See, I'm stuck in a city 
But I belong in a field 

Yeah we got left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left.
Now it's three in the morning and you're eating alone. 

The heart beats in its cage. 

All our friends they're laughing at us. 
All of those you loved you mistrust. 
Help me, I'm just not quite myself. 
Look around there's no one else left. 
I went to the concert and I fought through the crowd. 
Guess I got too excited when I thought you were around. 

Oh he gets left, left, left, left, left, left, left. 

I am sorry you were thinking I would steal your fire.
Oh the heart beats in its cage 
Yes the heart beats in its cage 
Alright

The heart beats in its cage.

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