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Udøvende kunstnere

Tekster: Lonely Kings. Other. Words Like Swords.


Don't worry about yourself
Don't worry about your pride
Its easy to believe
Its even easier to hide
If you can do this by yourself
Then why do you need me?
Stop worrying about it
It works so faithfully
Discontent, unsatisfied
Inexperienced need not apply
Because it can take too long
Attention is quickly drawn
Seasons quickly changed
So do I
I never stopped to question why
A battle of counseling
With words like swords in me
Stop carrying your tourch
Leading your own parade
Living out your conflicts
With other peoples aid
Two by two it equals one
As one turns into three
Subconsciously I'll travel
The fear inside of me
Do you really want to wait
Do you really want to know for sure
And I'm giving more then I can take
And I never wanted more