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Tomorrow is my day
01:48
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Strong discipline, gives me no adrenalin
Efficient like few, think I'm coming down with the flu
Always on time, it blows my mind
Hey, hey, hey!
Checkmark your list, kinda makes me pist
Obnoxiously happy, making me feel crappy
Smell like a rose, makes me itch my nose
Hey, hey, hey!
Workout like hell, makes me feel unwell
Wake up early, what's wrong with you girlie?
So well prepared, it makes me scared
Dead set on your goal, it hurts my soul
Hey, hey, hey!
Tidy as fuck, while I'm stuck in my muck
You do it today, haven't you heard what they say?
It won't go away, tomorrow is my day
Tomorrow is my day!
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Stuck
02:41
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It's like sand, in the open palm of your hand
Like quick drying concrete, around your feet
It's like you try, but seen through the eyes of a fly
Like that diving bell, and the butterfly hell
It's like a dream, you wanna scream
You're standing still, you've got no will
Because everyone's moved on but you, you, you, you
Everyone's moved on but you
It's like a dream, you wanna scream
It might as well, all go to hell
You can't breathe unless, you can find the surface
You're trying to crawl, out of a black hole
You feel, you're caught in a rat wheel
You're forevermore, alone on the dance floor
It might as well, all go to hell
Sleep till three, then watch TV
Because everyone's moved on but you, you, you, you
Everyone's moved on but you
It's like a dream, you wanna scream
It might as well, all go to hell
It's like sand in the open palm of your hand
Like quick drying concrete around your feet
It's like you try, but seen through the eyes of a fly
Like that diving bell and the butterfly hell
It's like a dream, you wanna scream,
You're standing still, you've got no will
It might as well, all go to hell
Sleep till three, then watch TV
It's what they say, such a cliché
Nowhere fast, stuck in your cast
Cause everyone's moved on but you, you, you, you
Everyone's moved on but you, you, you, you
Everyone's moved on but you
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Philosophy of being free
02:12
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You look the part, all casually punksmart,
even sporting an old t-shirt out of Burning Heart
Gonna give me cred, ringing in your head
You're saying it's shit, so I can't listen to it
Too caught up on your own limitations
Maybe I should admit, that I tune out quite a bit
Restrictions never took no one nowhere
I'm sorry dude
You need a new fucking attitude
The whole philosophy is being free
You don't seem so free to me
You put on a frown, and try to pin us down,
but we just swirl away dancing
We're too old school to care about being cool
Just makes me sad to see you trying so bad
I start to think of all the good times that you could have had
You have too many fears, I mean who really cares?
Restrictions never took no one nowhere
I'm sorry dude
You need a new fucking attitude
The whole philosophy is being free
You don't seem so free to me
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4. |
Lazy
02:20
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I've been lazy the whole day, doing nothing at all
Just checking out some bands and playing my guitar
I had a ton I should have done,
I don't even know where to start. I don't know where to start
So I do the same as yesterday, it's a routine now I would say
Wake up late, then turn around and sleep some more
I don't want to face the fact, I can't help the way I act
My only coping skill is pushing it away
Out of sight and out of mind
I pretend everything's fine, everything's fine
Na-na-na-na-na
So I do the same as yesterday, it's a routine now I would say
Wake up late, then turn around and sleep some more
I don't want to face the fact, I can't help the way I act
My only coping skill is pushing it away
Out of sight and out of mind
I pretend everything's fine, everything's fine
Na-na-na-na-na
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Exit
02:29
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Such a perfect surface has so many curses
Makes me want to claw through it all
So calm and so cool, I'm not taken for a fool
Bet there's a storm in there somewhere
Hiding out of fear
Won't let anybody near
You will just pretend pretend pretend
I'll throw you a lifeline, we'll put on some Sublime,
share a box of wine and have a good time
I'll throw you a lifeline, we'll put on the Decline,
share a box of wine and find that fucking exit sign
It's your comfort and your shield,
making sure nothing's revealed
On the border, out of order
It's a hole you're sinking in
Hating your own fucking skin
Bet there's a way out of there somewhere
Strive for perfection makes you sad
You know you're already rad
You don't have to pretend pretend pretend
I'll throw you a lifeline, we'll put on some Sublime,
share a box of wine and have a good time
I'll throw you a lifeline, we'll put on the Decline,
share a box of wine and find that fucking exit sign
I love your personality
Your quirks are what makes you stand out
You must never loose yourself
Strive for perfection makes you sad
You know you're already rad
You don't have to pretend pretend pretend
I'll throw you a lifeline, we'll put on the Decline,
we'll share a box of wine and find that fucking exit sign
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Pay to Breathe Oslo, Norway
Pay to Breathe plays melodic, energetic punk rock. They were breastfed to Kjøtt and learned to skate to the Offspring. They did their make-up with Hole on the stereo, lost their virginity to Ebba Grön and learned from NOFX not to drink and drive. Now they are writing their own punk chapter with lots of fuzz and charm, with a little bit of madness in the mix. ... more
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