Six-Pack Sunday - Patchwork | Текст песни

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shattered on the fly. bloodshot eyes turn cold. heart turns malevolent. hatred newly found keeps you sharp and awake, pumping adrenaline. but it hurts sometimes. caught by an awful storm and you're cold and lone it's hard to let it go when you're mending the patchwork of the warm and comforting lies. so you're doing your best today to compensate, compensate that love; to deliver yourself from pain and suffering. stagnant all this time. stubborn wait for a sign, hope for a better day. “wake up!” - distant cry. bell rings "anchors aweigh!". somehow I'm running late. time to say goodbye. caught by an awful storm and you're cold and lone it's hard to let it go when you're mending the patchwork of the warm and comforting lies. so you're doing your best today to compensate, compensate that love; to deliver yourself from pain and suffering. someday i will stand firmly on the ground.

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