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Lletres: Graduate (The). Only Every Time. End Of The World Delight.


One more sign taking shape
This could be my undoing
And I can't wait to be there
When all my bided time and dragging through my days
Comes to an end
Just a phase
And we will finally see the truth in everything
We can't explain

All of my dreams are filling a cesspool
So many things I couldn't handle
We are corrupt to the core
This guilt is gonna fill me up
Till I overflow

Still I want more that I can't win
Make this bided time and dragging through my days
Come to an end
Such a shame
That we may never see the truth in everything
We can't explain

Cause hope has never been enough
To be sure is asking for too much
Everything I try seems so impossible
Everything I have would be enough for someone else
But I want more

I can't win
Make this bided time and dragging through my days
Come to an end
Such a shame
That we may never see the truth in everything
We can't explain

One more sign taking shape
This could be my undoing