| (If you come down and just breathe, and just breathe in and out
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| You’ll feel a whole lot better
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| If you come down and just breathe, and just breathe in and out)
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| It was buried under a flask and a
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| Caught peeking from the bottom of a glass
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| All this nonsense, innocense, common sense, consequence
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| Indulgence in bourbon, this 'urb, between city King’s, it’s disturbed
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| I look around to see the same shit from her
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| She could just sit silent, watchin' life just pass by in a blur
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| Ain’t it funny, we can sneak into our lives and then stir
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| Over the perfect things to say and then just choke on the words
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| Everybody wanna be the next
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| Everybody wanna be in step
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| Everybody wanna fuck
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| Everybody want the consequence of playin' the fence
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| Everybody’s got shit luck
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| Everybody wanna move to they own beat
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| Everybody wanna make a dent
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| Every girl is lookin' for the next best thing
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| Every boy’s in love with his girl’s best friend
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| Everybody hates me, everybody wanna fight
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| We can’t stand to wake up in the sun but can’t sleep in the moonlight
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| I’m right there with ya, I’m sicker than my own skin
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| I got the clothes and a jaded grin
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| I’m at the bar or the coffee shop
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| But I don’t like drinkin' and I fuckin' hate coffee shops
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| I walk to stop
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| The world is spinnin' like a tilt-a-whirl
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| This ain’t amusement, I’mma lose it
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| Two cents, two cents It was bullshit, uh
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| Got two cents but everybody seems to have the same change
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| But can’t break my five-o
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| Two cents, (yeah right) but can’t spend nothing if I’m holding a cup
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| It’s like
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| If you come down and just breathe, and just breathe in and out
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| You’ll feel a whole lot better
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| Close your eyes, disappear
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| If you can’t see them, then they can’t see you, right
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| Close your eyes
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| I can never be what I wanna be
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| Nothin' but a man
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| Nothin’s even inside of me, nothin I can understand
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| If I try, and so I try
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| To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand
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| This
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| And it’s strained to think it might break
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| Scratch, crack, silence
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| This
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| And it’s strained I think it might break
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| Scratch, crack
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| I live in the city, like any other we all live alone
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| The only difference is we don’t seem to know it
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| Frozen and lonesome when it’s cold
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| In the summer gotta wait for the loathing, holding
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| Our postures so low and we drink so there’s not much worth noting
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| Strolling, so vagrant, so shaken, so grown, so god so mistaken
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| So broke, so, so complacent, so worn out, so worn out, so worn out
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| So full of doubt, so full of restraint
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| So full of that self-control, or the lack thereof
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| That we taught the soul
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| I can never be what I wanna be
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| Nothin' but a man
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| Nothing’s even inside of me, nothin I can understand
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| If I try, and so I try
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| To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song P.O.S. Is Ruining My Life , by - P.O.S. Song from the album Audition, in the genre Иностранный рок