Pity Party - Nightmare On Oak Street | Текст песни

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• Nightmare On Oak Street

Moments bitter, moments cold,
Reminders we are all alone.
When all our parents drink too much,
And all our lives are too fucked up.

We all watch good friends pass,
And find that good things never last.

Streets are bitter, concretes cold,
I'm searching for a place called home.
When rainclouds find me dark and grey,
I'm giving up on better days.
Suicide's the best escape,
It's dangerous to fuck with fate.
We compensate and drink too much,
And realize we are all fucked up.

Try to cope as good friends pass,
Accepting good things never last,
Alone to brave the overcast.

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