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Something

Album: Essentials Disc 1 Durasi: 2:58

I don't feel alone

I can't seem afraid

I wanted to think

I'll sleep it away

Something I forgot

Somewhere to sit down

Some stuff to do up

Some crap that I found

We're the credulous ones

On a dead machine

Blowing bucks into banks with no shame

Too loud in my ears

To fill up my mind

Too black to ignite

Two words who will bind

Which blank did I draw

What kind of a day

Which one has to go

Whatever you say

We're the credulous ones

On a dead machine

Blowing bucks into banks with no shame

Don't try and read this

It means nothing

I can't say this

If you hear it