
Date of issue: 26.01.2016
Song language: English
Holiday in Suburbia (Where's the Fun) |
I run out of things to say |
It won’t stop me though in any way |
I don’t rush in head over heels |
I tread water until time reveals |
Oh oh. |
And it shortens your breath |
Filling out the void between your birth and death |
And I cannot hit the booze |
It hits me back quite hard — I tend to loose |
So I just try to go by ear |
Hide under covers until time is near |
Oh oh, And it shortens your breath |
Filling out the void between your birth and death |
Uh, Just too much time here in suburbia |
Switching between despair and megalomania |
It’s to late for me to run |
Carefull what you wish for son |
Where’s the fun? |
Run fast, hurry up and wait |
Work hard maybe you’ll get paid |
I would like to shine, not just stand in line |
For some sort of sign, that this life I’ve got is mine! |
But it’s racing this heart |
Keep calm and keep smiling as I fall apart! |
Uh, Just to much time here in suburbia |
Switching between despair and megalomania |
It’s to late for me to run |
Carefull what you wish for son |
Where’s the fun? |
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No Vacancy | 2014 |
Samurai Futaba | 2014 |
Babies Screaming at the Breast | 2014 |
By the Way... Fallon's Alive | 2014 |
They. Cannot. Touch. Her. | 2014 |
Am I Here? | 2014 |
Possibilities | 2014 |