I'm getting used to getting old but where's my ambition - Days of
I feel broken down inside because my words seem to be trite adding
To the overwhelming
Always a question of truth your truths question my efficiency
Shocking - The words you can't hear
Impact - The words I can't write
Recycled words don't justify...
None of these words suffice searching for the sharp words
To drive the message in I put the last words down then I begin
To question the truth
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Coffee And Cigarettes Lyrics

Lagwagon – Coffee And Cigarettes Lyrics