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Modern Slaves
03:52
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Pick me up, let me go
Tell me everything you want me to know
Look in the papers, look on the web
They’re getting smarter, we’re getting stabbed
Who are the ones, that still believe
It’s the truth, that’s on tv.
Believe the lies, yet know the truth
Control the old, forget the youth
We are all modern slaves.
Throw our thought into the grave
Stopped thinking for ourselves
Stock our mind, put on the shelf
We are all modern slaves.
How the fuck can we know what’s right?
If every moron is allowed to write?
Look in the papers, look on the news
Is this the new way to lie and abuse?
Who are the ones, that still believe
It’s the truth, that’s on tv.
Believe the lies, yet know the truth
Control the old, forget the youth
We are all modern slaves.
Throw our thought into the grave
Stopped thinking for ourselves
Stock our mind, put on the shelf
We are all modern slaves.
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Let’s tell it this way, it’s always the same.
Can’t tell my story cause it’s way too lame.
I always take. Take the blame and forget it.
But no, not this time.
Come on and say what you have to say
It doesn’t matter what I do, I always pay.
Tonight ain’t gonna make these things right
No, tonight ain’t gonne make these things right.
Tonight. Ain’t gonna make things right.
Tonight. It’s just another fight.
Tonight. Ain’t gonne make things right.
Tonight. It’s just another fight.
Now hear me out. You don’t need to shout.
Forgive. Forget. What is this about?
I gotta count to ten, but I’m stuck at three.
How the fuck can I make you see?
Come on and say what you have to say
It doesn’t matter what I do, I always pay.
Tonight ain’t gonna make these things right
No, tonight ain’t gonne make these things right.
Tonight. Ain’t gonna make things right.
Tonight. It’s just another fight.
Tonight. Ain’t gonne make things right.
Tonight. It’s just another fight.
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I just don’t know how to describe
These feelings that I got inside
Let alone, write a song about it
Look at my papers for a year,
Just never good enough, I fear.
Only crumpled papers in the bin
I just can’t write a sappy love song.
So we made another sing-a-long
Don’t expect Ed Sheeran songs from me
I’ve got a lot of stuff to say
‘bout work and other things I hate.
But even then, it takes fucking weeks.
I blame my short attention span
Any Aly knows that I’m that man.
Hope she loves me the way that I am.
I just can’t write a sappy love song.
So we made another sing-a-long
Don’t expect Ed Sheeran songs from me
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If you could start all over would you do the same?
Hike around the world, or go for fame?
Learn to skateboard, score all the chicks.
Try to heal the world.. what are you gonna fix?
If I could start all over, would I do the same?
I don’t know, it sounds pretty lame.
It is the way it is and that’s gonna stay.
And after all.. I’m pretty okay.
Just go on, don’t think about “What if?” . I’ll never know.
Just go on, don’t think that you won’t fit here in this show
There’s no way that you will ever know,
How things go, they just go how they go.
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What you want? What you want from me?
What you need? What you need from me?
You say you don’t need me,
So you gave me back my key.
Now you’re alone. Now you’re all alone.
By yourself. All by yourself.
But when the chips are down,
You’ll still want me around.
One more chance
No more fight
I’ll be back tomorrow when you feel alright
But next week
All the same
Just the same old story, I’m the one to blame.
Thursday night. And we’re at the pub.
Twelve o’ clock. Yeah, you want to go.
Let me finish my last beer…
Maybe two more, it’s all unclear.
Friday at work. And I’m all regret.
Once again. Why do I still forget.
20 minutes on the restroom.
Smells like dead-animal-parfume.
One more chance
No more fight
I’ll be back tomorrow when you feel alright
But next week
All the same
Just the same old story, I’m the one to blame.
One more chance
No more fight
I’ll be back tomorrow when you feel alright
But next week
All the same
Just the same old story, I’m the one to blame.
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I think that i remember
Eleven November.
Every year the same stupid shit.
Fifteen year old kids drinkin,
Breezer on the streets thinkin
They look cool in that outfit
All the dj’s on the trucks
Playing music that just sucks
I think that I will never get this.
Lalalala
Thanks Danny and Sandy
For throwing with candy.
But why the fuck throw it on the street?
Building for a year just to
Spill your beer
And that stupid music on repeat.
I’d rather be at the bar,
just give me music with guitar.
Please throw your music at the concrete.
Lalalala
I think that i remember
Eleven November.
Every year the same stupid shit.
Fifteen year old kids drinkin,
Breezer on the streets thinkin
They look cool in that outfit
All the dj’s on the trucks
Playing music that just sucks
I think that I will never get this.
I’d rather be at the bar,
just give me music with guitar.
And throw your music at the concrete.
Lalala
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