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| lo sapevo che finiva così  certe volte farmi sentire punk è come dare cocaina a un drogato, altro tiro altro giro senza riuscire a smettere  e non c'ho manco i miei cd, devo accontentarmi dei dead kennedys sul pc  p.s. e questa musica mi fa venire sempre più voglia di tornare a suonare la batteria, mannaggia la zozza!   She tries not to shatter, kaleidoscope style, personality changes behind her red smile, every new problem brings a stranger inside, helplessly forcing one more new disguise(Christine, Siouxsie and the banshees)
I'm not sure what I'm looking for anymore
I just know that I'm harder to console
I don't see who I'm trying to be instead of me
But the key is a question of control
Can you say what you're trying to play anyway
I just pay while you're breaking all the rules
All the signs that I find have been underlined
Devils thrive on the drive that is fueled
All this running around, well it's getting me down
Just give me a pain that I'm used to
I don't need to believe all the dreams you conceive
You just need to achieve something that rings true
There's a hole in your soul like an animal
With no conscience, repentance unknown
Close your eyes, pay the price for your paradise
Devils feed on the seeds that are sown
I can't conceal what I feel, what I know is real
No mistaking the faking, I care
With a prayer in the air I will leave it there
On a note full of hope not despair
(Depeche Mode, a pain that I'm used to) |
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