sun comes up on the old neighbourhood spray painted bricks and dead firewood well I dont know where im gonna be next I dont care where im gonna be...
next time if you think of it you might remember me as the one who let you down but never made another sound of fear
some people like to call me chuck it's charles and you are shit outta luck if you think you know what happens next you think you know what happens...
next time if you think of it you might remember me as the one who let you down but never made another sound of fear
sun goes down on the old neighbourhood dark, damp the stop where i once stood I dont know where the bus stops next and I dont care where the bus stops...
next time if you think of it you might remember me as the one who let you down but never made another sound of fear sound of fear, i cant hear, the sound of fear |
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