Текст песни




Long term pain gets me down
Sick and tired of wearing this frown
I can't relieve this awful strain
Get my life back once again
A walking fog, a drifting cloud
Feels like sleeping in a shroud
Nerves are hot while blood is thin
Feels like someone's sticking in pins
Hey sensitive, don't you know
I got a living pastime I owe
I am such a horror show
I got a living pastime I owe
Short term fixes are all the same
Solutions found and then round again
Lonely nights feel hot and cold
Morning light leaves me looking old
Long term pain just brings me down
I'm sick and tired of wearing this frown
I can't relieve this awful strain
Get my life back once again
Hey sensitive, don't you know
I got a living pastime I owe
I am such a horror show
I got a living pastime I owe



Авторы: Steven Boyd Whitfield, Paul Garry Strickland Copyright: Revolver Music Limited



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