Spectre Shores - "Dude...Weed Is Fuckin' Tight." | Текст песни

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• "Dude...Weed Is Fuckin' Tight."

Why the hell am I in my room?
Collecting dust with the books I'll never read too soon.
Already tried to crack the case,
but now you’re written on my walls and it's written on my face.

Facing problems, but tonight I guess I’ll stay in tact,
with all the memories I still lack.
I’ve lost it all,
burned up the canvas inside the hall.

Checked maps and posters, but nothings left,
packed bags for bridges - was told what’s best.
Someday I’d like to make up my own mind.

Checked maps and posters, but nothings left,
packed bags for bridges - was told what’s best.
Someday I’d like to make up my damn mind.

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