Old State - Shorts Guy | Текст песни

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I read the note left on the floor.
Rejecting respect. A constant niche.
You said the look I get when I seem to lose my temper just isn't worth it.

Spinning faster, I've come to close to finding answers. I've become the ghost.

Caffeine in my system rotting out my brain.
I don't think this year's for me.
Up all night. Time is crawling.
I know this year isn't for me.

And don't you think of me while bring in the new year. I can't fight to keep the peace.
This constant war kept on by an argument forgotten. This sickened
feeling it's bringing back around.

It's not our year.
It's not our year.

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