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The Longer Day ..


...12 anni da quel giorno...

sembrano pochi minuti nella memoria...

sembrano un secolo sulla pelle...






Ciao fratellino...

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red as ...

...il sole che riesco a guardare...

...il tramonto che sta - finalmente - arrivando...

... 's dawn that will follow soon ...

... my bank account ...

... the face of someone who wants me different ...

... the blood I'm sweating on the album from Doyle ...

... the carpet that I will never ...

... the tape wrapped around the gift that I'm building a life ...

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principle of old age ...

Woke up and I feel like shit

I do not remember last night, I'm getting sick of this
I hit the bottle when I got off stage
And got piss drunk stupid and went in a rage
I think I mighta got into a fight
Because my knuckles were bloody and I don't feel alright
I hit the bottom and I don't even care
Some say I'm going to hell but I'm already there

Sick and tired of being sick and tired

I wanna be free from this ball and chain and
Be free from this life of pain and
Be free from this ball and chain
I wanna be free from you

Now I'm full of guilt and shame
I can't point a finger cause theres no one to blame
So I say I'll never do it again
But when the sun goes down, you are my only friend
I'm thinking I am starting to see
I have become everything I never wanted to be
I'm really getting sick of myself
Cause When I look into the mirror, I see somebody else

Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired
So Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired
Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired
So Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired