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Date of issue: 23.06.2008
Record label: Rabbit Junk
Song language: English
Inside My House |
It’s a cold hard fact |
That life moves so fast |
Without taking another breath |
You get stuck in the past |
I remember the boy I used to be |
Taking life on so innocently |
It’s a cold hard fact |
That life moves so fast |
Without taking another breath |
You get stuck in the past |
It’s of little relief that others hold your belief |
With so much standing against us all, you’ve got to be the thief |
Everything inside my house is broke |
The stove don’t work, my window is cracked, it’s all fucked up |
A hall of broken mirrors, path of broken glass |
Everything inside my house is black |
It’s a cold hard fact |
That life moves so fast |
Without taking another breath |
You get stuck in the past |
I remember the boy I used to be |
Taking life on so innocently |
It’s cold hard fact |
That life moves so fast |
Without taking another breath |
You get stuck in the past |
It’s of little relief that others hold your belief |
With so much standing against us all, you’ve got to be the thief |
Everything inside my house sweats all night |
I wake up every morning And taste the salt |
Sunlight streaming in through the nicotine |
I bathe in the smoke of the unseen |
It’s a cold hard fact |
That life moves so fast |
Without taking another breath |
You get stuck in the past |
I remember the boy I used to be |
Taking life on so innocently |
It’s cold hard fact |
That life moves so fast |
Without taking another breath |
You get stuck in the past |
It’s of little relief that others hold your belief |
With so much standing against us all, you’ve got to be the thief |
It’s a cold hard fact |
That life moves so fast |
Without taking another breath |
You get stuck in the past |
I remember the boy I used to be |
Taking life on so innocently |
It’s cold hard fact |
That life moves so fast |
Without taking another breath |
You get stuck in the past |
It’s of little relief that others hold your belief |
With so much standing against us all, you’ve got to be the thief |