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Catch 22 Keasbey Nights

You, you try, you try to get by You're never going to pull it off You shouldn't even try You're a wet cigarette, you're always second best But they're

I don't want to barge in on your secrecy See dependency, see it means nothing to me I don't want to hear about your problems And I don't want to listen

Run, run, run, all you do is fucking run But you'll never run away from yourself I know it's hard but you've been there before And you know I'm gonna

a bulletproof vest Singing, my, my, my How the time does fly When you know you're going to die By the end of the night I said I still remember when

Crucified I still remember that night, it was the fourth of July It's still engraved in my mind and I'm not surprised Gang wars, no guns hand to hand

Go Sick and sad again Sometimes I'd like the rain to end Sick and sad again Sometimes I'd like to stand on my own two feet Went to the corner of second

Well, hello, how are you, won't you pull the chair? Won't you tell me story because I really do care About talking, talking, talking away Here's to me

wearing a bulletproof vest.. Singing "my, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die by the end of the night." I still remember

Traducció: Catch 22. Keasbey Nits.