| I will make myself
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| A mile from the racetrack
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| Drag my losses home
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| It kills me not to go back
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| And we float with parasites
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| All our lives
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| There’s me with the geriatrics at the slot machines
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| There’s me, the embodiment of how slow life can be
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| There’s me, dead eyes are glowing
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| There’s me, mine are always shut
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| Passed out on the road
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| Just hours from the racetrack
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| Saw Lamotta raise a toast
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| He said «You got me with the right jab»
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| And we float with parasites all our lives
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| With this advice — we learn until we’re dead
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| Be losers 'til your sanguine thoughts subside, we learn until we’re dead
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| A fallen dream’s not just a morbid sign, it’s opportunity
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| These days I find beauty as depressing as years beyond my time
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| If I could make this old heart young again, I’d find
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| Another topic to drone on, a more fashionable vice to lean on
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| Some better words to speak on that escaped my younger form
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| There’s me with the geriatrics at their slot machines
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| There’s me, the embodiment of how slow life can be
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| There’s me, short of imposing
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| There’s me, please be involved
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| Can I stop, I stop imploding
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| At every obstacle thrown on me?
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| Imply, yeah, right
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| This is only a prettier glimpse of a life so ugly that’s mine |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song William Blake Overdrive , by - A Wilhelm Scream. Song from the album Mute Print, in the genre Панк