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Текстове на песни: Gob. Muertos Vivos. We're All Dying.

We feel sick, broken down
Drug ourselves, underground
No one cares, we curse you all
We curse ourselves in hopes we fall

Friday night and I made the best of it
I passed out before I could invest in it
Understand, it won't make sense
But I don't value innocence
I don't hope for anything

Enemy, fuck the pride
Come on over to our side
We're the same, just afraid
What's the difference when we're all dying

Oh my God, we're so set
In our own ways that we forget
We are insignificant
We'll be gone, soon be forgotten

When you said to me I was dead to you
I accepted that I disagreed with you
What we want, we don't know
Give us cages, let us go
Give us cages, let us go
(Give us guns)

Enemy, fuck the pride
Come on over to our side
We're the same, just afraid
What's the difference when we're all dying

Enemy, fuck the pride
Come on over to our side
We're the same, just afraid
What's the difference when we're all dying

Enemy, fuck the pride
Come on over to our side
We're the same, just afraid
What's the difference when we're all dying

Enemy, fuck the pride
Come on over to our side
We're the same, just afraid
What's the difference when we're all dying

We're all dying
We're all dying
We're all dying

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