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Inebriated King of Bars
01:23
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One more drink, before I take off home
One more dance, prove these heels are made from stone
One last glance, zero contact of the eyes
I’m out the door, I’m gone, I’m not thinking twice.
Drinking nights alone, it’s all I’ve ever known.
Pouring sipping and sin, stumble on a concrete throne
Looking round and round feeling so much disdain
Realising that, I’m just the goddamn same.
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Came out swinging it’s frightening
Morality is dying.
We’re getting in trouble
For a difference in opinion.
Contrasting values
Not welcome in these groups.
Everything’s upside down
Does this mean I’m old now? (Does This Mean I’m Old Now)
Why are we fighting?
Why aren’t we trying
To be individuals
Not a thousand more fools.
Weather turned for the worse.
This snow is a god damn curse.
Everything’s upside down
Does this mean I’m old now? (Does This Mean I’m Old Now)
Why are we fighting? (Does This Mean I’m Old Now)
Why aren’t we trying
To be individuals
Not a thousand more fools.
Why are we fighting? (Does This Mean I’m Old Now)
Why aren’t we trying
To be individuals
Not a thousand more fools.
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Losing Control
02:05
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Turn the page and start all over, a brand new story, I’m feeling sober
I’m thinking.
Climbing up and down this well, surrender to a former self
I’m sinking.
They say I will survive but I‘m feeling like I’m losing control
They say I will survive but I‘m feeling like I’m losing control
Arrogance and vanity,a crass facade that sets me free
I’m shrinking.
New faith in nihilism, acting weird with no fucks given’
I’m singing.
They say I will survive but I‘m feeling like I’m losing control
They say I will survive but I‘m feeling like I’m losing control
feeling like I’m losing control
feeling like I’m losing control
feeling like I’m losing control
feeling like I’m losing control
feeling like I’m losing control
feeling like I’m losing control
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Lost Song
03:57
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Just a typical Thursday night of walking up and down the stairs,
I said to myself "what am I doing? and who even am I?"
In the mirror told myself this is the last time!
I'm not picking up the pieces no more.
Here I go.. (Here I Go)
I feel like I’m losing control
Still pacing up and down the stairs, buying my time.
The keys are in the door and I've made up my mind.
We don't believe in goodbyes, but believe in mine.
Told myself this is the last time.
I'm not picking up the pieces no more.
Here I go.. (Here I Go)
I feel like I’m losing control
(Na Na NaNaNa Na)
This time I'm saying goodbye. It's all been fun but I've done my time.
I'm not picking up the pieces no more. (Na Na NaNaNa Na)
Here I go.. Here I go.. (Here I Go)
I feel like I’m losing control
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Foreign Bier Norwich, UK
Hiya, We're Foreign Bier. Melodic cry punkers and orgcore losers from Norwich, UK.
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