Текст песни Agenda Suicide - The Faint
                                                You 
                                                could 
                                                follow 
                                                logic
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                contest 
                                                it 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                work 
                                                solution 
                                                makes 
                                                the 
                                                common 
                                                house 
                                                    a 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                element 
                                                of 
                                                progress
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                you 
                                                mention 
                                                is 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                de-evolved 
                                                to 
                                                something 
                                                you 
                                                were 
                                                headed 
                                                toward
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                    i 
                                                lay 
                                                to 
                                                die 
                                                the 
                                                things 
                                                    i 
                                                think
 
                                    
                                
                                                Did 
                                                    i 
                                                waste 
                                                my 
                                                time, 
                                                    i 
                                                think 
                                                    i 
                                                did
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                worked 
                                                for 
                                                life
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                we 
                                                want 
                                                are 
                                                just 
                                                pretty 
                                                little 
                                                homes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                work 
                                                makes 
                                                pretty 
                                                little 
                                                homes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                    a 
                                                cast 
                                                shadow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                    a 
                                                fathers 
                                                dream
 
                                    
                                
                                                Have 
                                                    a 
                                                cut 
                                                out 
                                                son
 
                                    
                                
                                                What′s 
                                                    a 
                                                worse 
                                                disease
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                get 
                                                that 
                                                pretty 
                                                little 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                    i 
                                                lay 
                                                to 
                                                die 
                                                the 
                                                things 
                                                    i 
                                                think
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                want 
                                                to 
                                                regret 
                                                what 
                                                    i 
                                                did- 
                                                and 
                                                work 
                                                for 
                                                life
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                we 
                                                want 
                                                are 
                                                just 
                                                pretty 
                                                little 
                                                homes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                work 
                                                makes 
                                                pretty 
                                                little 
                                                homes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Agenda 
                                                suicide
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                drones 
                                                work 
                                                hard 
                                                before 
                                                they 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                give 
                                                up 
                                                on 
                                                pretty 
                                                little 
                                                homes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                work 
                                                makes 
                                                pretty 
                                                little 
                                                homes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                work 
                                                makes 
                                                pretty 
                                                little 
                                                homes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Agenda 
                                                suicide, 
                                                the 
                                                drones 
                                                work 
                                                hard 
                                                before 
                                                they 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                give 
                                                up 
                                                on 
                                                pretty 
                                                little 
                                                homes
 
                                    
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