| I try to regain some sanity
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| Well it’s hard when I lack the composure and no sort of vanity
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| Barely managing
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| Cause' the weight on my shoulder’s a boulder that’s crumbling down on me
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| I’m not down never out for the count and I
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| Find death always creeping around
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| So what am I supposed to say that I’m better of this way
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| (Cause' I’m in for the long run)
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| I want to feel fire in my lungs
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| I want to taste pride beneath my tongue
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| I want to be someone that I’m not (that I’m not)
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| Then maybe I’d be better off
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| Taking what I’ve got and leaving behind the things I’ve lost
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| I want to feel what it’s like to be the good enough
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| To be the good enough
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| It’s scary taking on a life like mine
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| Well I’m far from your best bet
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| I try to stray from in between the lines
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| Cause' it’s hard when I fake this
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| Call me a scumbag can I get my luck back
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| (FUCK THAT)
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| Alive in disguise
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| Just a hot mess in progress
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| If it’s a fucking contest give me a sign
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| Or am I wasting my time
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| (Cause I’m in for the long run)
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| I want to feel fire in my lungs
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| I want to taste pride beneath my tongue
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| I want to be someone that I’m not (that I’m not)
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| Then maybe I’d be better off
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| Taking what I’ve got
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| And leaving behind the things I’ve lost
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| I want to feel what it’s like to be the good enough
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| To be the good enough
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| All my life I’ve been acting sick and
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| All my friends never gave a shit
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| Take all that blame that you came here with
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| And throw it away
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| Cause I think I’m getting sick of all these
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| All my life I’ve been acting sick and
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| (Lonely places)
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| All my friends never gave a shit
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| (Worn down faces)
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| Take all that blame that you came here with
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| (Sacrifices)
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| And throw it away
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| (Fucked up nights and)
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| Cause I think I’m getting sick of all these
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| All my life I’ve been acting sick and
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| (Lonely places)
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| All my friends never gave a shit
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| (Worn down faces)
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| Take all that blame that you came here with
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| (Sacrifices)
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| And throw it away
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| (Fucked up nights and)
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| Cause I think I’m getting sick of it
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| I want to feel fire in my lungs
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| (Woah)
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| I want to taste pride beneath my tongue
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| (Woah)
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| I want to be someone that I’m not
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| (Woah)
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| (That I’m not)
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| And maybe I’d be better off
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| Taking what I’ve got
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| (Woah)
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| And leaving behind the things I’ve lost
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| (Woah)
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| I want to feel what it’s like to be the good
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| Enough
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| (Woah)
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| To be the good enough
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| All my life I’ve been acting sick and
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| All my friends never gave a shit
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| Take all that blame that you came here with and
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| Throw it away
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| Cause I think I’m getting sick of it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Good Enough , by - World War Me. Song from the album World War Me, in the genre Классика метала