On The Wane - 1232 | Текст песни

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Every fucked up night I call my twisted operator 1232
He is not picking up cell phone persuades me to call later
Straight-forward to
Hell might be down the lane but way more likely is behind me
1232
Well into the wane what I am running from what is just inside me
Straight forward to

Want to make it work but it always breaks
Can you tell me how many attempts does it take?
To detach me from the strings that I am attached why?
Lie lie lie lie lie

Truth or lie

Make peace with your past so it does not spoil your present
What what what
What others think of you is frankly no one of your business
Well and me too
I know that elders do criticize our generation
Quite funny cause
they forget forget forget that they have raised us
straight forward cause

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