Tekster: Draft (The). In A Million Pieces. Not What I Wanna Do.
Now it's coming back again
And I should've known
Cause I'm home and on my own
But armed to the teeth
And it's all a mystery
And it sneaks up on me
And scares the shit out of me
And I'm pissed that I'm awake looking for a reason
It's not what I wanna do
With just a little break I could be sleeping
By the time it gets to me
It's on it's own
With no way to figure out where it's coming from
It's such a mystery
And this shit beats on me
It beats on everybody
And I'm pissed that I'm awake looking for a reason
It's not what I wanna do
With just a little break I could be sleeping
It's all news to me
All of this is news to me
Cause now we're on our own
It's the last place left to go
Strange as we will ever know
Draft (The)
Draft (The)
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