Phantods - One Hundred Years | Текст песни

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• Phantods
• One Hundred Years

Accused and written off, to start
And the way you talk to me is not an art
I need to take the time to grieve
but there's something that keeps holding me

It's all telling me to let it go,
Before you carry it around for another hundred years
I hear my own voice saying let it go,
You better make yourself before you disappear
Eh eh, eh we're all the
Eh eh, eh we're all the

I'd built a prison in my mind
But I've paid my dues, I'm done doing my time
I used to think it was your fault
But we've all got our own source to blame
We're all different and still the same

It's all telling me to let it go,
Before you carry it around for another hundred years
I hear my own voice saying let it go
You better make yourself before you disappear
Eh eh, eh we're all the
Eh eh, eh we're all the
Eh eh, eh we're all the
Eh eh, eh we're all the same