| You never feel it until it’s too late,
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| You never see it coming,
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| It hurts my head when you tell me that everything’s alright
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| I’ve tried to write something meaningful but I feel I’ve lost my stride
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| Can’t think of anything witty or flattering tonight
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| You lie to me and I’m getting bored of this stupid conversation
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| It’s no fucking interrogation so quit while you’re behind
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| Open your eyes and look outside
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| It’s gonna fuck you up and leave an empty shell
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| Dressing better is a bigger tell
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| Your best lipstick for annihilation
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| I’ve tried to write something meaningful but I feel I’ve lost my stride
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| Can’t think of anything witty or flattering tonight
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| You lie to me and I’m getting bored of this stupid conversation
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| It’s no fucking interrogation so quit while you’re behind
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| Keep on closing, closing your eyes
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| Keep on closing, closing your eyes
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| Keep on closing, closing your eyes
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| Keep on closing, closing your eyes
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| I’ve tried to write something meaningful but I feel I’ve lost my stride
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| Can’t think of anything witty or flattering tonight
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| You lie to me and I’m getting bored of this stupid conversation
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| It’s no fucking interrogation so quit while you’re behind
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| I write some words on a scrap of paper
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| Tied it tightly round my little finger
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| Can’t think of anything that would make it worth the fight
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| Falling slowly with the little numbers
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| Every time I feel like hating someone
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| Can’t think of anyone that would make it worth the fight |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Front Row Seats to the End of the World , by - Funeral For A Friend. Song from the album See You All in Hell, in the genre Пост-хардкор