House Olympics - When You Stop Doing Things, You're Dead | Текст песни

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• When You Stop Doing Things, You're Dead

You can't escape
From what's inside

When your hero falls so low
And fails you in so many ways
You lose the fire that you once had
For loving life and being satisfied
When this house fills up to the brim
Where will you go? Where will you sleep?
Let the sand fall through your hands
I'll be that grain stuck to your skin

You'll wash your hands with dirt and mud
You'll wash your hands like you always do

We grew up together
We were a family
You grew inward alone
You are so alone

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