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Tekster: Mest. Wasting Time. Long Days, Long Nights.

If I could be anything at all, I'd be an angel
Spread my wings and fly away but I'm stuck here
On the ground, so I'll see you around
You'll hear me piss and moan and complain

If I could be anything at all, I'd be an angel
Spread my wings and fly away but I'm stuck here
On the ground, so I'll see you around
You'll hear me piss and moan and complain

I could've guessed that day would come
That you would consider me scum
The day is here, all the signs were there

I'd always prayed that you would stay
But instead you walked away
The feeling's gone, the pain dwells on

Long days, long nights, the feelings just not right
I picked up a pen and pad and I start to write
Thinking about our last fight, it was a cold and rainy night

I could've guessed that day would come
That you would consider me scum
The day is here, all the signs were there

I'd always prayed that you would stay
But instead you walked away
The feeling's gone, the pain dwells on
And on and on, the pain dwells on and on

I could've guessed the day would come
That you would consider me scum
The day is here, all the signs were there

I'd always prayed that you would stay
But instead you walked away
The feeling's gone, the pain dwells on
And on and on, the pain dwells on and on