| I’m packing for a ghost town
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| There’s meaning in the drag of a cigarette
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| I’m letting all my woes out now
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| The calm before the storm’s got me soaked in sweat
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| There’s no map to the beating of my soul
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| No fate that can play to make me stronger, I won’t live longer
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| There’s no keys to the kingdom of control
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| No say in the pain, it makes me older, makes me colder
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| All I had was you, you
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| I never found a reason, I never faked a meaning
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| I never forced it (Forced it, forced it)
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| Don’t need a higher purpose, I’ll just enjoy the circus
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| I never forced it, I’m still alive
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| Put the gavel away, can’t judge my faith
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| I don’t feel your shame, we ain’t the same
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| No fucks to spare 'cause ain’t nothing fair
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| At the end of the day, we’re both still alive
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| Go on, pretend you’re woke now
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| Find meaning in the black of a silhouette
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| You’re feeding for some hope now, oh
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| Whatever makes you feel like you’ve paid your debt
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| There’s no map to the beating of my soul
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| No fate that can play to make me stronger, I won’t live longer
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| There’s no keys to the kingdom of control
|
| No say in the pain, it makes me older, makes me colder
|
| All I had was you, you
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| I never found a reason, I never faked a meaning
|
| I never forced it (Forced it, forced it)
|
| Don’t need a higher purpose, I’ll just enjoy the circus
|
| I never forced it, I’m still alive
|
| Put the gavel away, can’t judge my faith
|
| I don’t feel your shame, we ain’t the same
|
| No fucks to spare 'cause ain’t nothing fair
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| At the end of the day, we’re both still alive
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| Ain’t nothing fair
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| At the end of the day
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| Put the gavel away
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| I don’t feel your shame
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| Ain’t nothing fair
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| Ain’t nothing fair
|
| At the end of the day
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| I never found a reason, I never faked a meaning
|
| I never forced it (Forced it, forced it)
|
| Don’t need a higher purpose, I’ll just enjoy the circus
|
| I never forced it, I’m still alive
|
| Put the gavel away, can’t judge my faith
|
| I don’t feel your shame, we ain’t the same
|
| No fucks to spare 'cause ain’t nothing fair
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| At the end of the day, we’re both still alive |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghost Town , by - Tilian. Song from the album The Skeptic, in the genre Альтернатива