Every Burden Has a Version Songtext
von The Academy Is…

She′d rather repair her face
With the lights turned off
The door wide open in an empty house
The frozen minutes are melting slow
As she watches from the window

The streetlight's flickering
Like a tongue that can′t stop licking
Like the cat that got the cream
She's never gonna be
She's never gonna be quite satisfied

Just like a hundred dollar bill
Folded up and tearing at the crease
There′s not much left inside your chest
But it′s worth much more than what you see
Every burden has a version in somebody else


She smokes her smokes outside to avoid the fight
She'd rather be enjoying the silent stillness
Of the suburbs after midnight
What′s the point?
Don't try to hide
Don′t justify a thing

She's so naive to think she′d be capable
Like the cat that got the cream
She's never gonna be quite satisfied

Just like a hundred dollar bill
Folded up and tearing at the crease
There's not much left inside your chest
But it′s worth much more than what you see
Just like a hundred dollar bill
Folded up and tearing at the crease
There′s not much left inside your chest
But it's worth much more than what you see

This will be the last time (this will be)
She hides her eyes behind her hair
This will be the last time (this will be)
This will be the last time


Just like a hundred dollar bill
Folded up and tearing at the crease
There′s not much left inside your chest
But it's worth much more than what you see
Just like a hundred dollar bill
Folded up and tearing at the crease
There′s not much left inside your chest
But it's worth much more than what you see

This will be the last time (this will be)
She hides her eyes behind her hair
This will be the last time
(This will be)
This will be the last time
This will be the last time
(This will be)
She hides her eyes behind her hair
This will be the last time
(This will be)
There′s one last chance to say goodbye