Lyrics Sides - The Suicide Machines

Sides - The Suicide Machines
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Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Record label: Hollywood
Song language: English

Sides

You’re on your side, and you think that I’m on mine
This ridiculous abstraction is all in the mind
You know we don’t even know what we’re fucking fighting for
And so we turn our head 'cause we choose to ignore
We collide over stupid fucking sides
Blow our cool over different states of mind
We collide over stupid fucking sides
Swallow our pride because of what our friends think
We turn our heads when we should’ve turned the other cheek
Are we afraid of the prospect of peace?
There’s things like love, respect, and minds open wide
So we don’t need jerks who take stupid fucking sides
We collide over stupid fucking sides
Blow our cool over different states of mind
We collide over stupid fucking sides
Swallow our pride because of what our friends think
Sometimes I just don’t know what you’re thinking
And other times, well I just don’t care
I’ll throw you a line and save you from sinking
You waste a lot of time on your side, oh yeah
Waste a lot of time on your side
We collide over stupid fucking sides
Blow our cool over different states of mind
We collide over stupid fucking sides
Swallow our pride because of what our friends think
Swallow our pride because of what our friends think
Who gives a fuck about just what our friends think?

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